She looked defunct in her way
As if stood in, scaffold plane
She holds her one year lad in hand
With a sack of dismantled dreams
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The last four lines tell the whole story. Without these four lines, the poem loses its flesh and blood. The problem with the world is that it knows to pass on the bucks to so and so or this or that system for all the short comings. Everyman has a role to play here- a role of values and virtues.
the answer is in the last para.wondefull and touching poem.posted 10. surya