pigeon toed

you know that woman who walks pigeon toed

her husband gone, in the wars last throws

i saw her last week, walking in the rain

old mac, umbrella and face in pain

drips falling down over her haggard face

she can’t see herself lasting this race

if only she weren’t so lonely and alone

if only young bob had come back home

so many years have gone by so fast

she barely remembers his face from the past

reported as MIA, then KIA in WW1

she loves him still, when alls said and done

melancholy has caused her joy to corrode

you know that woman who walks pigeon toed