The Old Lady in a Cane

I once had a dream of a fairly
old lady walking by a cane


she stoops as she walks
she begs as she cries


she wonders and wonders
along the street into the corner


she sits as she cries
she mourns as she weeps


she wails in agonizing cry
longing for love, that she once had


she remembers her then beautiful life
had she not been selfish and ungrateful


she disappears from my sight
she lost without a trace

the fairly old lady in a cane, I knew once and in my life, I helped,
I was kind
Day 4 NaPoWriMo

Our prompt for the day takes its cue from our gently odd resources and asks you to write a poem based on an image from a dream. We donโ€™t always remember our dreams, but images or ideas from them often stick with us for a very long time.




      1. ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ’• A wonderful sign of confidence and self-esteem Mich, many people struggle to accept a compliment! Stay safe & stay sharing your kindness. X


  1. Oh, to be grateful ever day for what we have! Not take anyone, or anything good, for granted.
    A heart-touching poem, SweetMich!
    I knew an elderly lady, Helen, who was happy, kind, and still helping other people. A young lady (who was grouchy, selfish, and ungrateful) looked at me and said, “I hope I’m like Helen when I get old.” I smiled and said, as kindly as I could, “If you want to be like Helen when you’re old, you need to be like Helen now.”
    Now is the time to kind, joyful, giving, and helpful. ๐Ÿ™‚


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