sitting in Middle
Sitting in Middle
An old woman
Sitting beside me
A little girl
Sitting beside the other side of me
In between
I sit in middle
I looked at the old woman
So deep lines in her face
Too quiet, she seemed
As if she burdens all the ordeals in the world
Her small black sharp eyes
As if she carries all the wisdom of wise men
Time has forgotten her
As if she become an antique curio
She is Old, Old
I turned my eyes to the little girl
Pure face, I see
Innocent, she seemed
Her big wide eyes
Full of joy and nothing else
As if she lives in her own fantasy world
She is fresh, she is young
And in middle I am
Tow lives of me
For once I was a little girl
And further I'll be an old woman
hope you like it ;p