Me and Miss Lilly
the streets took hold like death to you fair queen
your crown a rag wrapped round thy weary head
a need, a goal but often just a dream
your body, your mind, the need to be fed
a heartfelt cry as I called out your name
to you I strode across the shelter floor
homeless armor wrapped tight ‘round your svelte frame
our embrace this reunion oh so pure
no home for you no food to eat or drink
your world is there tucked inside a brown bag
but still you are able to hear and think
your heart, your pride a weight to bare, to drag
we’ll cross this naked bridge once more my friend
and when we do embrace shall come again
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