Here marches an old lady,
Vera Lynn and memories of war,
Hair fell out when she passed 80,
Kidneys and boiled cabbage,
Carpets damp,
Husband dead,
Children long-gone - but she’s happy,
Stoic in her lot,
The walking stick her friend,
Pausing to genuflect briefly at acquaintances who nod,
Birds fly by,
The sun sings,
Invisible to the naked eye
But my eye’s not naked
Old Lady
This is a verse of the poem "As I walked home"
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