Blue wig, because my hair has fallen off.
Mama always told me purple kept the monsters away.
Red to clash, because I don’t care what you say. I scoff.
Dress up like Katy Perry, got nothing left to lose.
The youth cheer their sorrows to booze.
I sit staring at the water in my hands,
left on the bench by a stranger.
In the end, we all become strangers to each other.
Grandchildren and children alike all just pass through.
Gives me time to roam.
Time, much more than I wish to have.
“The old lady has lost it.”
You see my colors, but you don’t see me.