I saw a little old lady
She walked by me on her way
To the ashtray she picked up
She turned and smiled
A greater smile
When I smiled at her
In that instant we spoke
Our eyes spoke the truth
Of simple pleasures
That bring the most contentment.
by M. Perron (Originally written January 9, 1993)
Notes: Ok, now I’m not sure what’s bothering me more… that there is a creepy undertone to this poem, or that I think there may be a creepy undertone to it.
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