The old woman sits across,Waiting for someone I guess,
Me, I have just ordered a cup of coffee,
I keep observing her.
She's dressed in a informal way,
Her jewelry way to flashy, mismatched,
Her hair should have been white,
But appears black. Definitely dyed.
She keeps looking at her watch,
I look at myself,
I look like a younger version of her.
I wonder if, someone is observing,
And speculating about me as well.
I look around. No. At least not today.
~ A Poem By Fizz
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