Every day I see an old lady as I walk to school,
She is frail and slowly moving across the busy road
Edging her foot onto the road leaping into danger, showing no fear externally
But in her eyes I see that she is scared.
For knowing that one day you cant make it, one day that feat we take for granted will be gone,
one day it will hurt more so then it already does.

She respects the world, and looks upon it like it was something special,
Were we school kids see life as a joke, and school as something we "gotta do"
She has lived her life, had her laughs, cried her tears and seen 3 world wars,
It makes me wonder what I have done with my life? And what will I have in store for me?

Each day she is looking older, the hot summer day is cold to her,
and she appears to not be copping with the sheer weight of her own arms.
Edging forward from her morning shopping, small hand woven bag in one arm..
And a freely moving arm guiding the other, each day is a battle, but each day is harder.

What do you possibly say to yourself to keep going? Knowing that you haven't got long, and its natural..
What do you do when the usual tasks aren't possible?
When you can no longer read the print in the newspaper, or hear the words people around you speak,
or walk to enjoy the sunlight and fresh air?

She stands strong, and does what she can, because she must.. Because it isn't her time yet.

Live each day like it was your last, when you wake up and your old.. It might be.