Reminisce
By h2whoa
The old lady she sat down, It was a quarter past seven, On a blustery winter's eve. The wind outside was screaming, Like a million tortured souls, Crying for the vengance you know must come. The lady looked into the fire, And her mind went travelling back, To the way it used to be. Because her frail and battered body, With nothing to distinguish it, Holds eyes that have seen too much. She's known so much laughter, Witnessed so much joy, And seen it all destroyed. The fire crackling in the hearth, Only served to remind her, That the fire inside her had died. And as the snow obliterated all outside, The old lady shut her eyes, And she welcomed her peaceful sleep. Written November 25th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 02:57 AM PST 0 • 10
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