On the bus I see
Old Ladies in black
No funeral, no mourning
Just tired old ladies
Probably worried about bills
On their way home from work
To worry about work
A wise thing I’ve heard
If a problem can be solved
There is no use worrying
If it cannot then
Worrying will do no good
As I look at their
Wrinkled, worn-out expressions
Worry is all they know
But it’s never too late to change
Be young again . Go back .
Old Ladies
