In mink coat and hat she briskly walks
Summer and winter the same
Talking to herself in hushed tones
Making no contact with eyes

She is old and faded, lined and grey
But carries her height so well
I wonder if she knows how to dance
And imagine her at a ball

Perhaps she was a society girl
With men at her beck and call
She may well know passionate love
Though she looks an old maid now

In mink coat and hat she briskly walks
Summer and winter the same
A woman with secrets to hold
A starlet once in her day