A Bag of Clothes

She left out of the store with several new garments in hand Walking out the front door and now she's feeling pretty grand And so down the street she walked smiling at each passersby Rarely would one's eyes meet but some people did actually try And about four blocks away nearly half way to her own place She seen something that day something so hard to even face But there the woman still laid on a box there at seventh street In so guessing the reason she stayed there for the warm vent She paused for a moment but then she started to just go past With all the stink from the vent she started walking really fast Finally she had made it by but maybe she needed a new way A disgust she wouldn't admit but some of the things she'd say That night as the girl slept she began to have this vivid dream As all those fears had now crept or so for now it would seem Laying there alone on that vent never again to feel any love Except a few coins that were sent tossed down from above Feeling such hunger and thirst and the chill upon her bones Never had she felt worst in the losing of all that she owns As there this girl had only slept but the pain was so deep For she had even wept laying there upon that trash heap When she suddenly awoke right in the middle of the night Like her conscious had spoke putting everything into sight The next day, still there, she took yesterdays bag of clothes That someone still does care is what that old woman now knows