424 Poem by Jaden Knight

She liked to tell happy stories
of when she was just a young girl
her eyes shone like diamonds
and skin was like pearls

shoes of simple black leather
dresses were wool or cotton
people banded together
for society had yet to go rotten

Parties were held in the street
everyone was invited
there was a sense of patriotism
and people felt more united

teenagers of today laughed at her
when she tried to tell them about the old days
I used to stay and listen
to hear what she had to say

Now 80 her skin was no longer so smooth
nor did her eyes shine so bright
as she watched the sun go down on her life
waiting patiently for the release of night

A few months ago she passed away
free from her illness, depression and pain
hopefully her spirit has gone back in time
so she can live her best times again