She drapes her worn blanket over her tired shoulders
Daunting as that task is it gets done with great pain
The fire in her dark and smudged face as anger smolders
Unaffected by the looks and jeers at her body so ragged
Everyone that passes her way creates a deep tension
Causing her to grip ever more tightly her tin pan employment
When they give her some pay it will be her daily real pension
Passersby think she is lazy, a ne’er do well who is threatening
Color coordinated clothing that she dons each day with care
They are the perfect match even though they are her only choice
Her heart is pure and tender like a kitten. Try her love if you dare.
She has earned the wisdom that you hear tales of true triumph
Tell me, is this unsightly?
© Carol Campbell 2015
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