A Story Poem of Ten's, intertwined, interlaced; each affecting the other |
Ten Ten twisted fingers gnarled and bent. The old woman’s' hands clutched one cent Her back was bent from age, her face so gaunt, Yet there she walked, as if without wants Ten maids hurried past on the path that day They were loudly talking, but had nothing to say So young they were, not a care about their elders One day they’d learn, from age you can’t shelter Ten toes ached on the old woman’s feet She had to stop, finally taking a seat She sighed as she sat, knowing today was her last Her life was done, her time had passed Ten little children ran in circles round her seat None of them understood why she felt so beat One girl stopped and gave her a smile, The old woman sat there, admiring their guile Now one child’s smile had made her day, The old woman strengthened, went on her way For that child’s smile had restored her gait, She shuffled along, toes and fingers now straight Ten years later, more pained than before She set off for the market, walking slowly once more Beside her a young girl, ten years older now Thought of how one smile, made her take a vow Ten times ten she would wonder for a while Why they’d connected from just a simple smile Her vow with her, was to serve and learn Leaving her complete, never having to yearn Ten years past, now the old woman has died A beautiful young woman in her house resides Carrying on the craft of witchery and spells Looking for an apprentice, only time would tell Jim Dorrell 9/16/10 |