She stood at the corner, as she leaned on her cane,
From a distance she could see a figure, coming out of the rain,
and her heart felt very weary, of this familiar sort of pain...
She was alone now.

As the green of the crosswalk, told her she could go,
She shuffles from the corner, he feet move pretty slow,
And with every step she takes, we can only watch her fear grow...
She's alone now.

The oranges that she carried, scatter quickly cross the street,
as closer to her coming, she can hear the harried feet,
and soon her and the figure, are guarenteed to meet...
She is alone now...

And the shadow about her flitters, bouncing from side to side,
From her left, and then her right, the play of light does ride,
And as the rain seems to illuminate, this ghostly, viscious bride...
He knows she's alone...

So he takes her by the elbow, and softly leads her across the street,
Says', I already picked up your oranges, why don't we rest, here, have a seat?
We'll let the rain let up a bit, before we catch our feet...
You're not alone now...
You're not alone now...

With Equescent thoughts...
FroznChild

Really nice write...nice to see you again

Lol... Thank you Pkh, just a little poem I just came up, but I sorta like it too...
Pleasure to see you as well! (as always)

Ditto on the good to see you again...