The lone lady Walking up the aisle of baked goods And frozen fish and juice You think she would be bitter You think she should be mean She's all alone With her cooky glasses And her sunglasses on top Her pale green sun hat In the middle of winter Her 3 inch heels she can hardly stand in And a summer skirt and and a winter blouse I approach her Ask her how she is Tell her I miss her company in the store She tells me about her cold Upon parting I tell her to have a good night And she calls me Sun Shine Like she used to do I remember the day she told me how nice I was And how I make her trip to the grocery store nicer I remember how much she smiled when she saw me
Reason for writing:
This crazy old lady comes in the store where I work. I am just reminded that the crazier the person looks, the nicer they really are.
Birth sign: Libra
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