Monday Poem: “Old grey gardener”

Old grey gardener

She is dressed to impress
The 50’s while living in the now,
She seems to make her world make sense
Although I can’t imagine how.
Sullen and sad
But sometimes
Suddenly glad
She is around to see the destruction of the world.

80
Years
Old.
An investigator of time,
An observer of crimes against her fellow man:
A sleuth,
A solver,
A spreader of lies
And in her private moments alone at home
An unrequited lover of sin.

The old grey gardener waits to die
Or for a better offer,
She decomposes (the end is nigh)
Oh, won’t anybody stop her.
All it’ll take is a few kind words
To stop her tired old heart from bleeding,
She’s been waiting 80 years
For something to believe in.
All it’ll take is one kind soul
To stop her tired old heart from aching
She’s been there for 80 years
Just
Pruning,
Mowing,
Raking.

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