a place up the road


She stands alone, ivory hand extended to anyone who might hold it tight

For there’s a storm all ’round her, perhaps the others can’t see, that rages by day and by night 

She stands and she waits, in fear that the storm is much stronger than it was yesterday 

But, after a while, her fear turns to dreams of letting it all slip away

Life is not worth much to her now that she’s old and alone

Friends come around, yet nobody stays, so she thinks she might pack up and go

There was once a place, across the street, that she’s visited once or twice

But she’s heard there’s a place, just up the road, that’s said to be equally nice

This place up the road is a scarlet dream, well equipped for the longest stay

When you knock at the door and extend your hand, you’ll not be turned away 

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