A LADY

(A True Tale)

'Voice of Gold'  by  Trish

One night I watched a lady, listened  to her song,

With eyes downcast she sang her life,

Of dreams and plans, gone wrong.

Though events had hurt her, there was much, she'd lost,

No sorrow, in the  lyrics of her heart's poem,

It was all about, the rewards, of cost.

That night was  long ago, years have gone past,

I'd hear about her now and again, then nothing

Until I ran into a friend, who said as we passed,

'I guess you know our little lady, with the voice of gold,

Died about six months ago, it was too early.

Her voice, always warmed me, kept me from growing old.'

Tushie