Elizabeth

I am not telling anything about the Queen, Her name also Elizabeth but her Palace Somewhere else, in front of an old Railway station. She cannot sleep well because of the express trains But some nights she dreams the Commonwealth it seems. One night after a couple of drinks I searched some notes in my wallet But they were disappeared secretly and I gave her some coins. She said; 'Thank you Mr.Edinborough you know my mother's a seamstress to a bygone Queen and she gave this beautiful name.' I didn't correct my name and I said; ' Yes, Mrs.Elizabeth I 'll convey the message when I go to the Palace for music lessons.' *I dedicate this to the old senile woman who slept on the road that stuck in my memory and torments me all the time!