Never Too Old Poem by Elena Sandu

Today, a 90 years old
obachan took a walk.
Her hearing and her sight
Too rich were not.
Hi hi ha ha she walked
to herself
she laughed and talked
But.. oh! my god!
If come or go,
one moment she forgot.
She kindly asks a passer by:
Pleaase, I don't know
where I am or where I go
All I remember's why:
So tired I got
of my room walls
Where food does
not taste any good
With familly always too busy
Or in bad mood
So, I thought:
if out of the house
I get, maybe I could
find a willing soul
to have few laughs
and talks.
That's all
I'm hoping for..
.. Nothing more.

obachan= grandma'