The silly old lady

I had a neighbour once, she was a very silly old lady.

Always seen in her purple hat, she was as naive as a baby.

Red lipstick always on, it was already part of her cracked lips.

You should have seen her smile, Its was larger than her hips.

The old lady was a unique being but she had really no clue.

She even believed that fairytales could be lived here, anew.

Friends warned her over the big world and its many dangers.

But she rather trust people and the goodness of strangers.

One day the old lady was found in her own bed cold, dead.

They said it was because she stopped dreaming in her head.