Sunday, July 8, 2007

"Forgotten Lady"

Homeless is a way of life
I never would have chose
My own children deserted me
But that's the way it goes
Each day I walk the many streets
People give me food
Sleeping in alleys-sometimes rooftops
I wake in gratitude
Life is precious,it has meaning
Birds still bring me joy
The sun feels good upon my face
And I can still enjoy
Precious moments at the park
As I watch children play
Hearing them laugh-watching them run
Listening to the things they say
They call me the woman with tears in my eyes
But the tears are not ones of sorrow
My life's path is what it is
Then there's always tommorow

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