Today, a 90 years old <br /> obachan took a walk. <br />Her hearing and her sight <br />Too rich were not. <br />Hi hi ha ha she walked <br />to herself <br />she laughed and talked <br />But.. oh! my god! <br />If come or go, <br />one moment she forgot. <br />She kindly asks a passer by: <br />Pleaase, I don't know <br />where I am or where I go <br />All I remember's why: <br />So tired I got <br />of my room walls <br />Where food does <br />not taste any good <br />With familly always too busy <br />Or in bad mood <br />So, I thought: <br /> if out of the house <br /> I get, maybe I could <br />find a willing soul <br />to have few laughs <br /> and talks. <br />That's all <br />I'm hoping for.. <br />.. Nothing more. <br /> <br />obachan= grandma'<br /><br />Elena Sandu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-too-old-5/
