old woman


when you become an old woman will you think any different
about the little things that once made you cringe
it is already starting, your face is aging
the gray in your hair is kind of nice
sweet
that your body knows how it is supposed to grow

when you become an old lady will you think of the memories
wonder where those friends might have gone
you might have their pictures clips of their letters
how on earth did you end up here

it is funny how certain ones die first
the ones that should have died lived
it is weird how some how these things tend to work out

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