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Waif of Life

The child aged only ten dressed in tatters for clothes roams the city streets begging for a crust or two His bed is wherever he can find a place to lay his weary head newspapers are his blankets a doorway becomes his home People hurry by uncaring not touched by this little waif never pausing to think of what has brought him so low Orphaned when he was only eight none to take him into their homes he had to learn street creed fast soon understood he was on his own Raped by the age of only nine he has learnt not to trust expecting nothing from life apart from abuse and blows Just one more forgotten waif yet in his heart a spark remains as he remembers times gone by will he make it through to eleven?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 3/1/2014 10:47:00 AM
Certainly not to eleven and no one will deserve indeed. A sad real story for many in this world. Sometimes, I feel why I am a man? It would have been better for me if I had be a bird. My one of the favorite poem it's. Loved always, my lovely friend, bl
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Date: 2/23/2014 6:32:00 PM
This is a sad condition in our world today. Your poem touches on it with sensitivity and compassion.
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Shadow Hamilton
Date: 2/23/2014 7:38:00 PM
ty Andrea hugs
Date: 2/23/2014 6:01:00 PM
I've posted a couple since you last visited, check them out when you have a chance.
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Date: 2/23/2014 4:53:00 PM
WOW bravo lady, totally love this truth in reality lesson I hope people read your wonderous words and begin to open their eyes to reality, and it takes so little to make a difference in a cold world, just one touch of warm can light up a new world. cheri
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Date: 2/23/2014 7:39:00 PM
yes so right Cheri ty hugs
Date: 2/23/2014 12:58:00 PM
Shadow I like this even though we tend build walls to protect ourselves...David
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Shadow Hamilton
Date: 2/23/2014 7:39:00 PM
ty David hugs
Date: 2/23/2014 12:34:00 PM
Hi Shadow: A very heartfelt and poignant poem. I do recall these experiences with children in another country. Thank God, It no longer exists there now Good Write!
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Date: 2/23/2014 7:43:00 PM
yes Ralph awful as it is it does happen in places not 3rd world sadly children often feel safer on the streets than foster homes hugs
Date: 2/23/2014 8:39:00 AM
This is so sad but in countries like India not so uncommon. As poverty increases around the World this problem will be even more prevalent.
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Date: 2/23/2014 4:24:00 PM
yes sadly ty Rick hugs
Date: 2/23/2014 8:39:00 AM
gut- wrenching and beautifully handled.. a reflecive piece that makes me contemplate, shadow.. enriched!.. huggs
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Shadow Hamilton
Date: 2/23/2014 7:40:00 PM
ty Nette you are a sensitive soul hugs
Date: 2/23/2014 6:42:00 AM
This is such a sad sad write my friend! It is terrible to think that there are kids like this is this situation, how awful! I surely loved reading this awesome poem this morning! What a sad but a glorious piece, Great Work!!
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Shadow Hamilton
Date: 2/23/2014 8:05:00 AM
far too many sadly Russell and we call ourselves humane ty hugs

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