Elderly ladies in
Old fashioned dresses
With old world flowers
That fade in the shade
Of heads in grey.
Walkers and canes
Filling their hands,
All feet in a shuffle.
'Isn't this lovely', she said.
Not to me, but just in joy.
It was only,
my eyes that were sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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