This Old Woman
With wide eyes and,
Open soul
A closed mind,
Just a tad dull
And slow.
All in all,
I sit, I listen;
Her breath, her message.
She’s old, and
I’m young
We talk the lot
Of newer conceptions,
And of things long,
Long, gone.
All in all,
Our hearts know
It’s the same Old Song.
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 12:23 PM UTC
This Old Woman
With wide eyes and,
Open soul
A closed mind,
Just a tad dull
And slow.
All in all,
I sit, I listen;
Her breath, her message.
She’s old, and
I’m young
We talk the lot
Of newer conceptions,
And of things long,
Long, gone.
All in all,
Our hearts know
It’s the same Old Song.