Lost and Alone, Surviving Cold, Hard Streets

Lost And Alone, Surviving Cold, Hard Streets Hole in her heart matched the hole in her dress She was now alone, life was such a mess. First that truly great job had flown away Her fine house destroyed by fire next day. Monday came, more darkness with its ill wind Death had finally taken her last friend. Now sorrow, ate its way into her soul Life wrecked, fate had taken its heavy toll. On brutal streets she found an alley home She, penniless and childless had to roam. She had no choice but to try to survive Now so weak, just barely staying alive. Why she asked, had such calamity came Was not she and her heart one and the same? Robert J. Lindley Sonnet Fate delivers its great and deep sorrow in so many sad ways.