A Hawking Child

At eight, Mary started hawking Supplies, at Creek road market Little Mary! Hawking Up and down In the hazardous market ''Buy your ice water'' Every now and then She would cry Many a kids Also hawked wares Hence, their continual cries '' Buy kerosene'' '' Buy your ice water'' '' Buy your ice cream'' A customer's beckon Always triggered chaos The struggle to sell their wares Some kids crossed without Watching Upon one hawking day A reckless driver hit Mary Slowly, she lost her breath And went down in a thud The driver escaped like a mad dog A folk of traders like an ant colony Gathered about the child Shaking heads with folded arms Soon they dispersed With a tale to tell How Mary, the hawking child Died with the night But shall arise with the sun no more