The
two old women
Back
bending as they walk
Together
they hold hands
On
the pavement the footprints
Of
friendship through high and low
The
years may have gone in their eyes
It
is the friendship that binds them
The
world can move along...they have each other
People
pass them by
Some
stop and look at them
The
two old women
They
just want to go their way
They
have their lives
Children
grown and moved away
Now
it is friendship in old age
The
world can move along...
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