The Young Girl
I saw her! The young girl,sitting At the corner of the street, Begging for pennys. Low was her threshold to cold, Teeth stuck to each other, Trembling like a leaf, On a stormy night. Abbeys walking past her, Wearing white for easter Facing towards the shops Not a single look ,upon her! The hefty ones Gave her a crooked smile, A weird look, And walked along briskly. Her mind coerced her for work, Work made her thinner and thinner, Bones seen outside, Clearly and brightly. My mom came, picked me up, A last glimpse I gave her- She was now far away from me But the world still has no boundaries........