amid scurrying feet in the whirling humanity with divided aims and sizzling brains she paused with singularity of purpose
never in a hurry, more at peace on a park bench, alone bent and weird, she sat. when she moved her bones creaked on rusty hinges!
ragged in dress, torn in body, face scourged by Time, its contours deep like ravines her withered ******* hanging like nests of tailor birds hair lying disheveled, with eyes shrouded in mist she looked out into the sinking sun, never dreading the darkness that falls
the park bench was her temporary halt
she sat there every evening determined to live on, with the coins habitually dropped into her outstretched hands by those sailing past her unobtrusive self.
like a monument of patience she sat. sat, so alone!