Girl On the Corner
Our eyes meet, then look away
I see her stand here every day
Is she really homeless?
Is she hungry still?
I wanna take and feed her
until she's had her fill.
She strokes her ragged hair
and holds her sign in shame
Does anybody care
to even know her name?
She's so gaunt and pale
as she lifts her dirty pack
Her arms seem weak and frail
as she flings it on her back
I wonder where she lives
when the night becomes her friend?
What does she have to give
to get love in the end?
Copyright © Gayle Rodd | Year Posted 2017
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