The Old Woman on Winchester Street: A Poem

Scott Bauer
She is as frail as the flowers she picks

But still nimble enough to appear young

Time has swindled her mind and her beauty

But her eyes still flash with perception

She attends her garden, which her beloved had sown

So many years past

Now heavy with grass and thistle

Yet she daily walks the overgrown rows

Plucking invisible blossoms from her past

Published by Scott Bauer

Novelist, poet, and an average guy who has happened to have done more than most. Now taking the time to figure out just what I have done and why...  View profile

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