Heaven
HEAVEN
No white sheets or flowers; but a renewed host of the weary and old,
The hungry, the crippled, the crying, the sick now standing in health.
Ladies no longer huddled in the rain selling flowers on the street cold;
The despised, scorned, mocked - no longer pushed out by lack of wealth.
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Entered in Carolyn Devonshire’s Contest Perceptions of Heaven
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