She walks

She strolls by slowly,
pain filling every inch of her body,
she wobbles from one side to the other,
unable to maintain her balance.

Her legs are old and weak,
her bones are porous and fragile,
her feet ache with blisters,
she can no longer seem to hold herself up.

She forfeits everything in order to stay strong,
she denies the help she needs,
and replaces that for pride,
something she doesnt need,
but always seems to want.

Time has struck her a bad turn,
and she has nothing to respond,
she can but continue the path she had taken,
with her head help up high,
and her tears held back.

SRTL