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Click hereDeepCreases on her skin prove
that she's no longer young.
She walks down the street as quickly as she can
hoping not to miss the morning city bus.
She still works because
She has no one at home to talk to.
No one would take a second look
At her as she walks down the street.
She wears purple, almost everyday
with a matching scarf around her head to
protect her from the summer heat.
She is alone again.
No one cares who she is
or where she came from.
No one knows she's worked
hard all of her life.
She stops for a moment and looks
at the youthful pretty girls
with their dark locks and flawless skin,
who look at her strangely.
"Enjoy it while you can, because youth isn't forever," she says
and strides off to catch the morning bus.
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in your poem. You really brought her to life.
You may want to consider a slight change to the end. I'd put a space between the lines ending with "strangely" and beginning with "enjoy." And I'd delete the part about youth not lasting forever. When she says to enjoy it while you can that already says it all. :)
She stops for a moment and looks
at the youthful pretty girls
with their dark locks and flawless skin,
who look at her strangely.
"Enjoy it while you can," she says
and strides off to catch the morning bus.