The Little Old Lady

The Little Old Lady

A Poem by r
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for picture this poety. about a bedridden old lady who interprets peoples livees from her bedroom window

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I live in my apartment,

Spoon-fed, sponge bathed, and bed-panned.

This window is my only glimpse at real life.

And from what I see I can,

 

Watch little Billy next door grow up.

Watch young love in full bloom.

See a world so lost, lonely, and cold,

And I don’t even leave my room.

 

The ocean you see isn’t as interesting

As watching the lonely people and interpreting their lives

You can tell a lot about a person just by looking at them

It’s so sad, I often cry.

 

I once walked those streets not seeing a thing about other people

 But now that I sit here in my room, it’s crystal clear

These forlorn estranged dying people

Are worse off than me

 

I have it easy.

I sit in a bed and have everything handed to me

Those people out there work all day

And barely have enough to eat.

 

 

See little Annie over there? She’s 23.

Her boyfriend beats her.

Then he screws every chick he sees,

But she still stays with him.

 

She works two minimum wage jobs.

She does drugs to calm her demons.

She doesn’t know where she’ll live tomorrow,

But I just stay here in my bed.

 

I heard it from her mom but I can see it in her eyes.

There’s an eminent sadness.

Her face always wears a frown

She wears long shirts and pants to cover the bruises.

 

I think it’s unfair. They have it rough

I just lie in my bed.

I will stay in this empty room

Until I end up dead.

 

Think about someone’s situation before you make an assumption

Pick up on the little clues about their nature.

They reveal a lot about a person

I can see it in you too

© 2011 r


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great choice nice composition........

Posted 13 Years Ago


Ironic how the psychology of life is stronger from those who can no longer participate in it. This poem is testament to that. Is anybody really any better off than the next person? There's always a flaw, always a problem -- big for them and small for another. But it's all the same.
A perceptive interpretation of an image; seeing further than the obvious, and imaginative. Sometimes truth outweighs poetic license.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I like it. Its very well written and has a good flow.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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