Homeless old Lady

Homeless old Lady

By Judith Joyce

The women was old, hunched over and Grey

Bent with the chill of the cold winter’s day

Walking all alone loaded down with bags

Worn out and miserable her clothes were mere rags

All her earthly Possessions in the bags by her side

                                            She has no where to live or shelter or hide

The constant cold chilled her right to the bone

And that terrible felling that she is always alone

She is smelly and dirty and hungry and lean

Soaked by rain but could never get clean

The bench is were she rests her weary head

While thinking about a lovely warm bed

She Sat on the park bench and waited so long

For one kind word from the passing throng

But instead she heard the people who passed by her say

You dirty old bag lady please go away

She remembered when she was the same as they

Then the life she knew was taken away

She was a lot younger and full of life

And she could have been somebody’s wife

The day that it happened was wet as can it be

She was crossing the road and she could not see

Then out of nowhere a car came into her view

She saw it coming and she didn’t know what to do

 The force of the hit sent her into the air

Landing back on the ground and going nowhere

Her body was twisted her face was a mess

The driver that hit her was in great distress

The accident left her all ugly and bent

Unable to work much less pay the rent

Her furniture was sold to keep her alive

Deserted by friends how could she survive

That is why she is now roaming the streets

Begging for food from the people she meets

By chance if you meet her as you go by

Please give her a smile and even say hi!

So be kind to all the homeless people you meet

For someday you to could be out on the street

Don’t turn up your nose as you pass them by

For there by the grace of god, go you or I