Street Life

The morning was cool, just a little nip in the air, then I saw her in the alley. with a hungry stare. Digging in a dumpster, she was looking for food, I could not imagine, I didn't have a clue. She is someones mother, " I thought to myself." but do they look for her, or do they even care? How in the world does she even survive, then she looked straight at me, never blinking her eyes. This is America, the land of plenty, why do some have so much, and others, not any? I knew the weather was about to get worse, so I ask her ,can I help , while looking in my purse. I can take you to a store for food, and while we are there, maybe, we will find, a coat or two. "Where do you live, are you cold at night?" "Do you have a family," then she got real quite. "I'm all alone, I don't have anyone", but I do fine, most of the time. Don't worry child, this is the way I live, and I can tell you the good ones, that always give. I know everone that lives in this town, and I can tell you their secrets, and who is running around. Yes, street life is hard, but it's almost free, it's not for everyone, but it is for me.