Crabbed old feet - imprisoned
in shoes too small, too *****
and too red.
A bit of music escapes
from some trendy café,
she dances in the wailing cold.
She remembers when
she was pretty.
She remembers being young.
Now a ***** wall
of fears drifts as she finds
her old age has begun.
She is worn down, worn out
by the pain every old woman knows.
The laughing mouth of the grave
waits to welcome her home.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
Crabbed old feet - imprisoned
in shoes too small, too *****
and too red.
A bit of music escapes
from some trendy café,
she dances in the wailing cold.
She remembers when
she was pretty.
She remembers being young.
Now a ***** wall
of fears drifts as she finds
her old age has begun.
She is worn down, worn out
by the pain every old woman knows.
The laughing mouth of the grave
waits to welcome her home.
