Back & White Textures in Time

I met an old woman who walks in the rain,

Shouting and whistling for a dog she can’t train.

Supported and propped up with a stout wooden stick,

She turns up like clockwork, she never is sick.

We talk for a short while, just passing the time,

But all that she says is a riddle or rhyme.

A pleasant old lady who seems all alone,

I pondered her wisdom as I wander my way home.

Make time for the old people, they may not walk fast,

But the are brimming with wisdom, a link to our past.