Sprightly and very much alive <br />For someone seventy-five <br />Wearing her trade mark sunglasses <br />To hide any trace of wrinkles <br />Are these accessories <br />Armour to preserve <br />Her ever youthful image? <br />Every gesture <br />Is carefully choreographed <br />To leave behind an aura of mystery <br />No one knows her history <br />Some think she may have been <br />A fashion designer or a <br />Classical dancer of yesteryear <br />Which she neither confirms nor denies <br />All this conjecture perhaps <br />Stems from her own wild imaginings <br />She drops little hints while talking <br />Leaving people to conclude <br />That after an illustrious past <br />She has settled down <br />In the vicinity to a more <br />Peaceful and relaxed existence <br />Yet no one dares question her <br />Fearing her sarcasm <br />With haiku-like concision <br />While fielding difficult questions <br />From curious neighbours <br />So she will continue to be an enigma <br />Until someone uncovers <br />Her true story –if there is one<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mysterious-neighbour/
