Everything is going to be good,
This what she used to say,
One old woman.
Not only me, to people who would stop by once in a while.
And different words,
From different person from word across.
What's wrong with you?
I don't remember his face any more,
Only smile and eyes sometimes,
He was a long years criminal, every one called him grandpa.
Would he remember me,
Because I am not school girl any more
And he would probably be about one hundred.
In messy playground he was talking about life..
