An old relic
that’s what she was
A throw back to a time
not remembered and definitely
forgotten

Not even a shadow of the once
lithesome dark haired girl remained
Her back curved and eyes glazed
she could barely remember her own
name

Running through life a race to be won
a seeker of knowledge and of love
Neither spirit or resolve ever broken
through it all she could fly and never
fall

Her calm did resonate through troubled air and across turbulent seas
Still her heart it did yearn to tell
one and all how very lonely she could
be