The old woman.

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the little old woman

all huddled up and bent

sits everyday at the corner

has no relatives no friends

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the wrinkles on her face

the squinting eyes

the calcified grin

speak a lot about her life

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i would love to sit her down

and get to know her well

what was her heaven

what was her hell

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as i wait for the fireside chat

i think about her grief

where was the family she belonged to

who will cry when she leaves.