poem


the old lady

seated on a chair in the bus,
a distinguished noble lady
with multiple wrinkles on her face,
grizzled hair,
elagant dress, white lace gloves,
beautiful lady full of wisdom
spreading light arround her
she had stories to tell us...

seated on a chair in the bus,
i was looking at her
dreaming that she was my grandma
spreading light over me,
telling me stories...




Poetry by anton roxana
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Written on 2012-09-02 at 17:32

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Enjoyed reading this. Reminds me the many bus juernys I have day to day. Just siting and lisdtaning the converstans I hear and listan to. So many story's. Some a writer of fixshan could not make up. Converseing with pepole, talking listaning. £1 20pence out of twn and back what a bargain!
Ken D
2012-09-03