One Lucky Gal

(poetry in progress) such a great number of years she has collected, one lucky gal ninety three of them to be exact, showering her smile with such a maze of enthusiastic signatures so frenziedly delineated through her face contours one wonders the days clocked onto her with their hands each day and her walk, it is so heavy with memories sweetness, bitterness, joy and sorrow lthey are weighing down on her muscles she walks with her face to the ground her greatest companion till this day always keeping her supported, never giving way her ears, they are a thousand miles away what a blessing, she thinks, for she longs more for the days she had lived and soon her eyes will be too glad to bide farewell too and choose nights as friends, everything will be quiet, peaceful and serene, just what she has been pining for to close her years the ninety odd years will weigh away light as autumn leaves over the fields in so many shades and in so many dance sequences to give her one exciting last farewell from the stage of the world and on every loved one's heart, a real life story for each leaf that has flown to lighten up her years