Crossing the road
There is a house
Beautiful and white
The lights switched on outside
like stars twinkling
In the wide night sky
I reached up to there
Rang the doorbell
After a minute or two
The door creaked open
A lady - old and tired
Standing over there
Her white hairs and wrinkled skin
Singing the tales of days of ups and downs
She gave me a beautiful smile
A smile which showed me a window
I struggled a bit but then opened it
There stood the lady
Broken...tears streaming down
I just stood there
Helpless..
Hopeless..
Breathless..
Motionless..
In my mind...she was more... me.. less

~Joy