Love Unrequested

The lady across the road had beautiful grey hair, thick and glossy, I admired her mane because she was eighty five. Her hubby about her same aged died, I attended the funeral, open casket, in death he looked handsome, old man asleep. When people get old some do not realize how old they are, and the old lady, since I had admired her lovely hair, thought we could be a couple; only I was fifty two at the time and not overly interested. The lady took offence felt humiliated since she already had told the villagers I loved her. A day when I was doing a bit of weeding around the house She came out; called me a womanizer hit me with her umbrella. Well I´m not heroic, fled into the house and bolted the door; and the villagers were greatly amused. She moved to a rest home and I could go out without being assaulted. I read in the paper she had just died at hundred and five, but I will not attend her funeral….I think.