"Homeless Old Woman.."

Homeless old woman

 

 

Tattered and torn,

Weathered and worn.

She lives in the street,

No shoes on her feet.

 

They call her “Old Hag”,

Her clothes, but a rag.

Children throw stones,

Never leave her alone.

 

But somehow she thrives,

Lest her will to survive.

Despite her poor health,

And absence of wealth.

 

She sleeps where she’s able,

Park benches and tables.

Eats food from trashcans,

Her commode, a bedpan.

 

Seeks shelter from rain,

Most often in vain.

Finds warmth in the winter,

From restaurant air-venters.

 

She smiles at the sun,

Gives birds half her crumbs.

Has only three teeth,

To chew what she eats.

 

Each night she does pray,

That she’ll see a new day.

One last time shuts her eyes,

And then quietly dies.

 

Shirley Petrandis/Copyright/2007