An old woman <br />sat at the end of the tub <br />and stared at the bubbles <br />that slowly revealed <br />her body beneath the waves. <br /> <br />An old woman <br />sat at the end of the tub <br />and looked down to her nudity <br />in awe of it's perfection <br /> <br />An old woman <br />cannot be used <br />if she has the body <br />of a seventeen-year-old <br />but the mind <br />of a seventy-year-old. <br /> <br />That doesn't change <br />the fact <br />that she is tired. <br /> <br />She is always tired. <br /> <br />And she will always be tired <br />of people like you. <br /> <br />'What happened to the days <br />when men were men <br />and women wore pearls? ' <br /> <br />she thought to herself <br />as the top of her head <br />fell beneath the waves <br />and she made her own bubbles.<br /><br />Erica Francis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-woman-3/
