I.
A lady,
Haggard and worn,
By the frail years gone by,
Talking serious with strangers
Projected in her mist.
II.
She held herself bitterly upright
With stern eyes glaring through lenses,
Like a queen over-looking
Her serfdom as she struts
The sidewalks of a small town.
III.
A pair of friends,
Their words over-joyous and many,
"I have so much to talk about
With you. Are you hungry?
Do you wanna go to Applebee's?"
"No, I can't"
"Nonsense!
"Nonsense, come along.
I have so much to talk about
That's been stressing me lately."
"I can't. I'm sorry, I can't."
"Well, I'm leaving and going to the car.
I expect you there with me."
(c) 2011
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