There A Lady Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

there a lady i know when i drive on by that sit on her porch
watching her life go with no regets
i'm sure sometimes she would like to forget
as she taking another puff from her cigarette
now the lady i know rocks in her chair without a care
siping her drink in the warm air not wanting anyone
so she hides in her shades from the sun
now the lady i know with the wrinkles that have shown
making her look a hundred years old
and she never will move she always will stay in her groove
with her stare that said she doesn't care
now the lady i know has pass away in her chair
which is now empty and push over there
and now there nothing to see when i drive on by through here