She sees the world

through her window.

Paralyzed is she, unable to walk,

early morning, on her wheelchair 

she comes to sit near the window.

As I open the window of mine 

I see her sitting there

She is my front neighbour. 

Nobody of her own,

on the mercy of a nurse 

She goes on. 

Old age is a curse upon her

noway there to escape and defer.


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