See the little lady
walking slowly down the street
carrying a lightweight bag
barely anything to eat.
See the little lady,
wearing old shoes, no coat
in freezing winter weather
her aura, visibly floats.
See the little lady,
A smile plays upon her face,
she’s living on her memories
of a better time and place.
See the little lady,
lovely face, ethereal smile
she’s on her final journey
she’s walking her last mile.
See the little lady,
A full life with no regrets,
she’s walking toward the sunshine
into eternity of golden sunsets.
Author notes
Re-write of original dated February 2003
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Dear Von, thought while I was here I'd read your poem and I'm pleased I did as it is beautifully written.
The way you described the little old lady walking her final journey is wonderful.
It's the way we should face the end of days here, with no regrets and visions of the life we lead when we leave our earthly body.
Love Joan
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the rhythm brings a lightness to the step
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great rhyming
if only one could walk like that without a care without a burden just walk into the final sunset some one able to do so is very very lucky.
I really enjoyed this poem and the BG is a treat
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Von a wonderful poem Oh that we could all walk that final journey with the same feeling of contentment.Even taking into account all that this life threw at her she still had no regrets
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How sadly true this is. I wrote something along these lines about a tramp called "Dusty Boots" Do we know or care why people end up on the streets? I can't imagine it's through choice. I like the repetition of the first line, it really pushes the point across.
Ann
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A good piece with a strong rhythm and flow. The theme is, unfortunately, a little too rosy for me as I can only too readily picture a similar lady but without the smile.
However the poem still stands as a success despite its clash with my own personal images.
Jim
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