Lansell Taudevin Poet Free verse

The Bottle Collector

Who does she know?
Nobody.

No friends.
No family.
No neighbours.

Not true.
People live next door
Behind grills
But are they there?

When you live in the world’s most expensive city
Your needs become a threat to those who have something
When you do not.

She sleeps through the day,
Not crying.
Never speaking.
Eyes blank.

At night she rises
In the cool
And pushes her trolley 
To collect cardboard and cans.
Alone.

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Sonia Walker April 3, 2016 at 7:12 PM Lansell, here in America, we would see similar people as literally living out of their shopping carts. They are the homeless ones that live on the edge of our society. Sounds as if the culture in Singapore is divided up into the haves and have nots. Life is unfair to some, especially to the elderly. You stressed this well within your poem.