She carried the whole world slung on her back
Some threadbare clothes in a rotten old sack.
Heavy lines etched on her weary face,
For her lot in life she had lost the race.
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So sympathizing it was, just I'm touched. Lovely detailing. But sometimes I feel that there is no explanation to misfortune.
Nice poem. Is it a common scene in England, seeing children on the streets, going away from the parents?
A good poet is the one who could feel for others and put it in words. I love it. I invite you to read my poems sometimes. Thanks Mohabeer Beeharry
A fantastic poem, sadly it's the world we live in. All the councils in England are too worried about rock concerts and bike races to be have time to worry about people who live in their town or city.
so poignant n touching.....a good thought to spare out of this rushing world...
This is an excellent write David. You described a situation of living in the street with good details. We are very fortunate to have roofs over our heads and family that cares for us. Some of them made a choice to live like that but the majority fell on misfortune or took a wrong turn. God still loves them also. A thought provoking write.
Interesting character painting here. In the old days, it seemed children dreamed of running away to join the circus..now they dream of having a home with (impossible dream!) two parents..
very sentimental poem......nice approach to help the needy....
A sad well worded poem. We forget to be grateful for our family and what we have.
Pathetic condition for a person. But I believe God is always interested in us and can change our situation if we invite him. This world is not a home.
I took your advice on reading this poem and I must say it was amazing. My poem I Dont Know Jack really has a resemblance to your poem.
the rackless society and she is the boon nice poem DAVID
Very real and pathetic composition! tfs! ! !