THE OLD MAIDEN PART (1)

In her days,

Her youthful days,

Young, vibrant and beautiful,

Well rounded hips;

A terra cotta skin to match.

Her eyes are sexy,

An epitome of glowing love,

Every man born of a woman

Adores her beauty in awe.

Her clothes were well tailored,

Sewn to her shape,

As if they were heavenly made

Her kind of neatness is peculiar,

As her fresh breath and body odour;

A typical mantra of exemplary neatness.

This was 70yrs ago,

I am 70 yrs of age,

When I accidentally met her

At the old peoples home in Nigeria.

Looking askance through the window,

As I saw her wrinkled skin,

Her shaky hand, holding

Tenaciously to her walking stick

As if her life depended on it. OMOTAYO

I called with my weak voice.