THE OLD HAG
She stood on the corner with shoulders hunched
Cigarette in her mouth, with belly hanging out
Her face was all wrinkled, hadn't seen any cream
It was many years since she had any dreams
Dreams were something she used to live on
But the wishes and hopes of one out of luck
Had finally, inevitably, worn themselves out
Now she stand there and thinks, "life really *****
She shuffles along in slippers so careworn
Her dress is quite ***** and terribly torn
The look in her eyes says "I don't give a toss"
"If you don't like me, then just get lost"
Inside there used to be a lovely young girl
Soft and shining, as sweet as a new pearl
Now all that is left is the hard stinking shell
The husk of a woman, living in a kind of hell
"I wonder where her dreams went?"
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 3:30 AM UTC
THE OLD HAG
She stood on the corner with shoulders hunched
Cigarette in her mouth, with belly hanging out
Her face was all wrinkled, hadn't seen any cream
It was many years since she had any dreams
Dreams were something she used to live on
But the wishes and hopes of one out of luck
Had finally, inevitably, worn themselves out
Now she stand there and thinks, "life really *****
She shuffles along in slippers so careworn
Her dress is quite ***** and terribly torn
The look in her eyes says "I don't give a toss"
"If you don't like me, then just get lost"
Inside there used to be a lovely young girl
Soft and shining, as sweet as a new pearl
Now all that is left is the hard stinking shell
The husk of a woman, living in a kind of hell
"I wonder where her dreams went?"
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