She sites on her doorstep

she sits there on her doorstep and watches the world go by with a smile

she will not move from her doorstep 

she won't move or go inside until she has to 

for once she closes the door at night 

she feels so alone and scared inside 

 she can see people walking by 

children playing in the street 

as they parents look on

and in the distance someone is playing 

a song 

oh time moves on 

she has a cup of tea by her side on the table 

and a book she might look at 

now and then 

but she sits back 

and look at the blue blue sky 

and see the clouds flying by 

and it almost makes her want to cry 

she sits on her doorstep 

saying hi to passer-by 

and the postman Richard 

stop to chat with her for a while

before he said bye 

and go on his way 

van deliver things to people's homes 

people walking home 

with shopping bags 

people coming home with rucksacks on there back 

cycling longs after a long day of work 

to earn their daily bread 

i have not  see her in a while 

she now smiles from her window

and watch the world go by 

but the other day i saw her with a chair 

sitting by her doorstep 

and i stop to say hello

and chat for a while