Waste

I was walking 
in idle steps
down the park
brown grass 
dry wind

A woman 
with grey hair
wearing plastic bags
to keep warm
laughing
mumbling
in her own
merry world

Why am I
so sad
so depressed
got out of
a warm bed
in snug clothes

I keep walking
aimlessly
to nowhere
but following 
the woman
She suddenly
becomes
my focal point
and the only 
highlight
I can recall
in my pethetic
expired life
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