The Old Lady Poem by recky maibram

Time she spend without any rest,
Half sleep, half food, half smile.
She worked like an electric machine
That she rest between the seconds.

Taking the responsibility upon hers arms,
Selling her labours, sitting day long,
To make a life, to lead a life
That the modern society need to have.

She sacrifice her life for a life,
The old lady, get burden for the sacrifice
That can't taste her the sweets of labour,
But her smile tells that 'she is a living God'.