The Glance
There was this girl who I took in at a glance
Would have missed her if not perchance
In her early twenties, frail and tall
Wearing hand-me-down pinks, near a shopping mall
She was looking for someone, perhaps a brother
Possibly young and playful and doted by his sister
But her eyes were sad
And the glance at her made me feel all bad
Battered by rocks on a turbulent sea
Family fortunes may have sunk to an unfathomable deep
Deprived of strong foundations which make a girl walk tall
Unable to claw back, crippled by the fall
That haunting look still depresses
As I see confident girls with swinging bags and long tresses
Jauntily skip through the doorways of the mall
To shop with carts in the well-stocked hall
That look in her eyes had a story to tell
Of reading the future from her present life of hell
It reflected shock and portrayed loss
And a life without hope or sheen or gloss
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