There is a house, it is considered quite nice
The house is quite huge, causing passersby to contemplate its price
Rows of intricate roses decorate the front lawn
But if one looks through the window, it is empty, all through the night and day to the crack of dawn
In reality, it is not actually vacant
Rather inside, lies an old woman who many might consider ancient
She repeats her life day after to day
From when her hair was pitch black, to when it started to turn light grey
She lives by herself
Talking with and providing basic necessities to oneself
But as time passes by
She developed feelings of loneliness which makes her want to cry
Her children and grandchildren live far far away
They are very happy, going about their everyday lives each and every day
The old woman meets with them once in a while
Drawing on her face not just a little grin, but a great wide smile
She is an old woman though and she feels as if she causes trouble to the family
She has specific needs in which they all make sure to satisfy rapidly
The family loves her with their whole heart
But the old woman feels as if she is using them as a crutch
So she goes back to her home although she was never shunned
Where she lives with the happiness of not being a burden to her loved ones
With rows of intricate roses, that decorate the front lawn
But with loneliness which encapsulates her all through the night and day to the crack of dawn