Sonnet 38 Saying Hello To 0ld Ladies Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

The slow little lady has only years
To place her weight with each step of her feet
When she roams up and down the shaded street
Each day, after light in the East appears.

She can not afford to think about fears
And this is why she comes outside to meet
The love through people who have something sweet
In glances or warm words to chace her tears.

Tears of solitude will rain on her house
When her maideness returns in a sigh
And on the wall she looks at a picture.
There she performs acts of a youthful spouse
For loved ones are far, live in heavens high
But she still remains from that adventure.
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