THE HOMELESS GIRL
She was born and raised in the concrete jungle
Another JUST acronym for the streets
Discarded garbage,papers and people
Swirling playfully at her swollen ankels
And not just the pounding concrete,
But as well as the swelltering asphalt at her feet
With a lazy eye she ponders and studies
The movement up and down the beat
She had another half sleepless night last night
Down by the water,on the old abandoned dock
With just a backpack for a pillow,a dirty ragged sheet
But see last night she really didn't need it
It was fairly warm and the breeze was very still
But she clung to it as always,her friend in many way
See just last week she took refuge behind a dumpster
Down a forlorn and she thought forgotten street
And then it was upon her,awakened with a startle
Two men were by her forehead,3 were by her feet
She knew it better not to even make a sound
To just be quiet and let them have their treat
When through she was bruised and battered
Especially her face and underneath
Then when it was finally over,she gathered up her stuff
Most of all her friend,that filthy,tattered sheet
The homeless girl began to make her way
It was not an unfamiliar walk
Yeah she's been down this road before
More than a few times ,but never been this sore
You know I'd seen her around maybe here and there
Though we never even spoke,seems I'd turn my head
But today was somehow different,we chatted for a bit
It was then she asked me something
Something I know I'll never ever forget
She looked me in the eye and asked me
Sir, what's it like at night to sleep in a bed
And now my life's been changed forever
I now walk with Humility instead
I got rid of that old attitude
Buried it deeper than the dead
That Homeless Girl has now become my wife
With this now I know that I am Blessed
For now I have her tender comfort
And she now has, A warm,safe Loving BED
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