She calls me old lady
Hey, old lady
Who are you, old lady?
Sure there’s a gap
but we built a bridge
with a frail foundation
An unstable creation
Hey, old lady
Where you been, old lady?
She seeks to cross
my mind in heavy shoes
that dig with the heels
Laying waste to ideals
Hey, old lady
Did you falter, old lady?
Just barely standing
the cracks swell and explode
A violent sensation
Fallen from frustration
Hey, old lady
What the hell, old lady?
To force the fragments
to fit in original places
seems like a lost cause
Impossible to build what was
Hey, old lady
We are broken, old lady.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Old Lady
Labels:
friendship,
poetry,
skepticism
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