like snow, like rain

Old lady

tottering down the street

in her best shoes

scattering white tissues

from her sleeves in oblivion

like snow

like rain

& the shirt you wore

with the buttons missing

collar twisted askew

that tight dress

gifted when granny died

none of this matters

gravy stains on a silk tie

holes in socks darned twice

nothing is that important

there are no real points

in life for style

everything must decay

& all that counts

is how you lived

whether you used it all up

like the soft tissues

falling from the sleeves

of the old lady

tottering in her best shoes

falling

like snow

like rain

 

 

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