The old woman talks to herself all the time
seems to swear and curse someone every time
her eyes are fixed on an object far away
could it be a man or a substance in a way
she gestures and gesticulates
her actions are most articulate
she mutters “you, you——you”.
with a vengeance and an anger in blue
her toothless jaws are ever active
they go up and down in a proactive
the words are broken and torn
her voice is cracked and almost gone
she mutters with a spite
as sits in a chair tight
could it be a man over there?
could it be a woman fair?
Oh! you cursed soul still alive
Oh! how could you thrive?
the begetter of all my troubles
Will you not falter and stumble?
How can you live for long?
when you have committed so much wrong.
She goes on and on with a sob in between
Poor soul, wish her peace by all means.