The Cat Lady

She's the crazy cat lady
She lives all alone
But she has her many cats
That trouble her all day long

She take care of the cats
And tends to her flowers
But most of all she enjoys
Her abundant garden of memories

She lived a great life
Full of travels and adventure
She collected her memories
Across far away lands

She lives in the present
But has brought the past along
Through yellowing pages
And fading photographs

Those dog-eared books
With broken, tattered spines
They speak of lost love
Of dreams of yesterday

But these dusty pages
They speak only to her
This garden is destined to be lost
For time is a heartless lover