Old Sara

Crooked back...aged....

Eyes gone bad..teeth narrowed down to tooth..

Yea I know Old Sara..

Sits on her porch..rocking in her chair.. smile on her face..tooth exposed...

One tear down her right cheek...

Yea I know Old Sara..

Say she is over 102..

And she lived through times greater than me

...rocking in her chair..smile on her face ....tooth exposed

One tear down her right cheek...

Yea I know Old Sara..

No one dare speak to her...

Something must be wrong with this old woman..

Crooked back...aged....and still smiling....

Each wrinkle well earned...deserved...

Say she used to be beautiful....Old Sara....

Thick hair as long as it can get...

Look now..

Old Sara...I know her...

Same hair thick as cloth...silver by knowledge...

Look there now....At Old Sara...

She beckons all to draw near...

I know old Sara....

But not of her words.....

Say she doesn't speak much....so I lean in to hear...

One word is all she says....and leans back..rocking in her chair...smile on her face...tooth exposed....

One tear down her right cheek....

Yea I know Old Sara...

Old Sara is ...

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