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The old lady stood in line

Her age at least seventy nine

There she stood in front of me

On line to win a million

Don’t you see

I was last in line

So there we stood

 She in front of me

This would take awhile

She placed her bets carefully

Being sure the cashier understood

I’ve seen it before

Some green dollar bills

Clutched in aging hands

She was there to win

Even thought she was

 Near the end

Of more than just this line

Who would take her money

 If she’s not here next time

And I with clutched hands

Slowly moving forward

When she was done

Hope springs eternal

Even in the winter sun

In back of me now

A younger man

And the line keeps moving

Like windblown sand

Scattering alike

Hopes and dreams and old clutched hands