The Vulnerable

He looks so small Huddled in the doorway Curled up tightly To keep out the cold. Head tucked down In oversize jacket, Life so young, Yet worn out and old. His identity in the Carrier bag he clutches The world on his shoulders, Weighed down with care. Just one of society’s Many lost children Tossed out of her arms And abandoned to despair. Yet while he sits In makeshift haven To protect his existence His only goal, Fate steps in,in the guise Of passing stranger Whose kindly smile Belies an empty soul.... On a lonely hillside Lies a small body, Abused and broken But no longer alone, For in the warm soil Between trees and bracken Mother Earth cradles One of her own.