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 © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014
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