A new story,
I'm running late,
coffee in my hand,
my phone's busy.
I'm running late,
coffee in my hand,
my phone's busy.
I jump, I stumble,
run to the train.
The 7 o' clock,
I cannot miss it.
run to the train.
The 7 o' clock,
I cannot miss it.
At the door,
an old lady steps out,
wrinkled and slow.
Impatient, I shout.
an old lady steps out,
wrinkled and slow.
Impatient, I shout.
The lady smiles,
new lines form
her face softens,
makes me squirm.
new lines form
her face softens,
makes me squirm.
I hop aboard,
the lady's still there,
waits for someone,
from somewhere.
the lady's still there,
waits for someone,
from somewhere.
The train moves on,
the editor calls,
“Where's your story?”
He gets no response.
the editor calls,
“Where's your story?”
He gets no response.
I rest my head,
close my eyes,
I see the lady,
a new story.
close my eyes,
I see the lady,
a new story.
- Eisha
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