Serene and reflective the old woman sits
warming her legs by the fire.
Calm and objective, her mem'ry selective,
past lovers and wanton desire.

Serene and reflective, a touch retrospective,
the ghost of a smile on her lips.
Her thoughts contemplative, warmth almost sedative,
she raises her teacup and sips.

Serene and reflective, the days of her youth
skip vividly inside her head.
Seems like just yesterday that he went away
with so many words left unsaid.

Serene and reflective, a little subjective
she wallows in times long gone by.
Then returns to the present, a life not so pleasant
and puts down her cup with a sigh.