A Street Vendor
The sun is up, heat unbearable,
He stands there rejected and miserable,
Slowly hope he loses,
as every potential buyer refuses.
His goods remain unsold,
His misery untold.
Swiftly the night approaches,
And his hunger encroaches.
He packs up and leaves,
Despite everything, he calmly sleeps...
Copyright © Jasmine Grewal | Year Posted 2016
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