Laughter Lines

So used to waiting she's hardly aware that seasons are changing
memory hangs on the back of a chair like a coat she's been wearing
Loneliness comes up like a bruise
reading the paper and watching the news
nothing she cares about, nothing to lose

So used to silence she's hardly aware that nobody's speaking
Her niece is a teacher, her nephew's at war, history repeating
she sells poppies down the arcade
hoping to pay for the choices she made
thinks of a soldier and wishes he'd stayed

so they could be together, hold each other
treasure the times that they share
they would never leave each other
they'd show the world that they care
Then years could roll by and frame her eyes with laughter lines