She
sits on the bench
With
a scarf over her head
Eyes
looking at the pond
A
man waiting to fish
She
gets up and move on
Singing
her love song or ballad
Of
a time she remembers
While
sun rays painted as backdrops
She
moves along
The
way life has been kind
The
years she yearns in her life time
Of
memories ringing in her mind
She
walks to a busy road
The
noises ringing loud and clear
She
sings the song of her years
The
playground in her mind
Now
she looks in the memories
The
bridge of wood has gone
The
muddy water changes color
She
knows life has to move on
The
acting in her soul
She
walks with the easy strides
Feeling
the sun whistling at her
Listening
to the call of the moody wind
Then
she hears the director says
“Cut!
This is for today”
The
day turns out well
She
takes her bow
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