06 Sep A Desperate Old Woman
Darkness covers the day
As the old woman goes to roost
Always numb with sorrow
Her limbs withered by both age and starvation
As her lean body sears the pain against the bare floor
Her heart giving her a leap
to contrast her present with her past
The past that she thrilled with raptures
That only burns up her life
Forcing her mind to burst to wail
Groping about in the dark Ashanti alone
And sobs her heart out
As tears trickle down the creases around her cheeks
Creating a multiple steams on her face
And as the dawn draws
Her cheeks pallid and wan
She wiggles using a walking stick
Warbling with the morning birds
And feel the warmth of their company
In the realm of her imaginations
Feeling in her bones that death is looming
Needing someone to listen to her tale of woe.