Old Woman

Carl Sandburg

1878 to 1967

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Old Woman - Track 1

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The owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo 
From building and battered paving-stone,
The headlight scoffs at the mist 
And fixes its yellow rays in the cold slow rain, 
Against a pane I press my forehead 
And drowsily look on the walls and sidewalks 

The headlight finds the way 
And life is gone from the wet and the welter— 
Only an old woman, bloated, disheveled and bleared 
Far-wandered waif of other days,
Huddles for sleep in a doorway,
Homeless