Charity
On the street corner
In the center of chaos in the city
On a sordid sidewalk with others like her
She lay dormant with dirty worn hands
Holding the bottle of Wild Irish Rose held tightly
Broken in Shame
Her spirit numbed by so little affection
Her essence had paled with little grace
Her memories vanished with time
Her misery was all that was left
Her tearful eyes would beg from people passing by
"Please just help me live today" she wavered
She waned with little food and comfort for her plea
Her heart was still alive and revealed itself
Her benevolence shown through
For every coin she received
She gave one to someone else in need
"Alms of goodness" she would say........
Everyone called her "CHARITY"
October 24, 2019
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