A quiet noon with only sounds of urban jungle exist.
Sweaty and sleepy as the heat of the sun gives off a hint of Summer.
Looking at a wrinkly face as youth passed it by, staring back at life as it reviewed what journey she walked through.
And say, let it not be my fate.
Anyone if not everyone would wish to live longer, but not like this, not like that.
Robbed of that one thing that’s her window to the world and the world to hers.
Stolen of the secret weapon she flashed on gentlemen.
Left on a cold, stiff and hard bed to sleep on.
Waiting for the next meal becomes her business and her only agendum for the day.
Watches the day become night and then again tomorrow.
Sometimes wishing for tomorrow not to come.
Leave things how it is.
Go with dignity.
Funny, made me think about marriage.
It’s not enough to just get by, to exist but it is most important to live, to be on a quest for knowledge, to be in a journey for Him.
Juliet – 02192012