Where is she going?

Woman with silver hair

Her gaze focused

Her walk with purpose


She radiates confidence

A warrior of her time

For she has felt

More than this very heart


That studies her with awe

In hopes these legs can

One day walk with purpose

And silver hair.


To age, is a beautiful thing. I wrote this poem while watching a woman across from me on a cool morning bus ride. She wore a black barrette with a yellow scarf, and held a notebook in which she religiously wrote in. I studied her. I admired her. I soon realized that I longed to be her.



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