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
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2016
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