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Saturday, October 04, 2003

The Old Lady




There was this old lady
Near my place.
I say "Good Morning"
And she answers
"I will tell you Good morning
When morning really comes"
She tells me her nephew will be visting today.
But he doesn't come.
Ever.
And she says quietly,
"It is so peaceful
When you dont have any one to wait for".
Her words demand silence.
She is well over ninety,
Everyone says she is demented
Waiting for her kin who never come.
And never complaining she is lonely.
She is still so very pretty
I tell her she must have been ravishing in her youth.
She smiles.
She looks happy.
And then,
Before the nephew could come
With the cherries
Or was it cherry blossoms
For her,
She left.

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