Her eyes are bleary
Looking at me, I felt eerie;
Her wrinkles awed me no end
In them, I could see her past life.
Being busy and in a hurry,
I ignored her;
She, humiliated, approached me a little
Gazing at my book for the title.
Shuddering at her curiosity,
Immense remorse for my atrocity
We together sat to reflect;
But a lesson she turned out to effect.
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