 | Submitted by Nicola Ashcroft
E-mail: nnickynila@aol.com
She walks by,
with cloths of better days,
a face with no smile....A soul lost somewhere,
somehow,
trust something of yesterday,
or maybe,
never been...
Walking the night streets,
searching looking,
for a bed to sleep...
She is the girl they call,
"the street walker",
known by all the passers-by...
She walks past all the hustle and bustle,
that daily life brings...
With dirt on her pretty cheeks,
her hands covered with cuts,
a night spent under the night sky,
has taken it toll.…
With hair draped over,
broken shoulders,
her smile all but frown...
A child lost to society,
no one to give her care,
blindly walking by,
they march there way past...
Afraid she may stop them to ask,
help,
is all she wants,
is that really to much to ask...
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