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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