The old woman in the park She sits alone in the park every day Resting on the bench looking odd in every way She is an older woman who has lived a long while You know this by the wrinkles that show when she smiles A floppy straw hat she wears with a flower of top an old moth eaten coat, wool skirt and hideous bobby socks Every piece of jewerly she could possible own She looks so very glamourus with them on A scarf she wears upon her neck A bag of crumbs in her lap She hums a merry little tune About the flowers that bloom in june Feeding the birds and smiling at the children’ I sit and stare at her and wonder what happen Why is she all alone Why does she come to this park everyday dressed in such warm clothing When the weather is hot A beauty she must have been in her younger days Capturing many young man hearts. Little bells on her shoes and a great big bag Chipped nail polishe and strong perfume Blue eye shawdow and cheeks oh so pink A sadness seems to hover over her, a locket she wears I sometimes see her looking at it A wife she once was her husband died in the war of fifty nine She’s been alone since Never had any children of her own Though thats always been a dream She leaves everyday at the same time Goes home watches tV and plays with her cats They are all she has, lying in her chair she thinks about her life How it wasted away and how dreadfully lonely she is when she dies who will she be missed by A bitter lonely live she lived, I often question myself why She’ll return to the park tomorrow with her oversized bag and a box of crumpled bread Sit down on the bench with that big floppy hat on her head And I will be there to ease the pain and sorrow A heart of gold she hides behind that old moth eaten coat Wanting desperately some one to share her thought and feelings with Because in the very end All she really wanted was just a friend
Reason for writing:
I talk alot about this park, I go there and write poetry, there was this lady her name was Mrs. Teague and she would be there everyday just sitting on the bench feeding the birds..she looked so sad and she always put on the warmest clothes even in the summer. I decided to talk to her one day and now its a ritual thing when she sees me at the park we have long conversations and i just love hearing about her life she has so much to tell, she really inspires me alot
Birth sign: Aries
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