Little old lady

Little old lady what are you doing alone?
Do u ever wonder why u got such an empty home
Unpacked boxes and on your tablecloths there are old coffee stains,
Broken windows still from the holwing wind, storms and heavy rains,
The unused piano sits alone and wanes.

Little old lady why are you still alone,
Sitting in your couch listening to yourself moan.
There's a world out there waiting for your special touch,
Ever wondered what its like to have your heart race and your blood rush.


Little old lady allow me to moan at you and say,
"You're missing opportunities as u sit inside all day,
Go out! Dance, or JUST start by tapping your feet,
Inside of you there's creativity and an unexplored rythmic beat.
Old lady you are not as old as your body feels,
You are old cos you are stubborn, bitter and dig in your heels.
Let go a lill and how about wearing a flowing dress?
And allow all that complaining to take a little rest.
You may not know me little old lady-but I've seen WAY too many woman like you,
But if I can convince you to live, maybe you can convince another old duck too"



Pinky promise me all you readers that you won't become like this.

A goal of mine is to always keep life fresh :)
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