Poem : What she used to be....

I am alone
 Or the city seems to be at standstill

There’s a girl jumping,
In the puddle after the rain
As I am strolling
Down the memory lane

Sad, sleepy and mean,
Feelings often change
A common act of typical teen
As that girl is far behind

Caring is the word
 As she steps in another world
Looking after that little child
As that mean teen is far behind

And the old lady
Trapped inside the time’s walls
Good days are when they visit her
As she slowly leaves the world behind

The city is still at stand still
Did the world just stop?
Or is it just that I am at its top…..