Tattered clothes, with a stitch here and there
In Scrunched pigtails are her unkempt hair
Flip flops on her feet are a mismatched pair
The heat is scorching yet she doesn’t seem to care
Among halted vehicles, she scuttles like a hare
Knocking on windows, asking for some change spare
As I drop some pennies, she says a prayer
For my well-being, like she does deeply care
And then in her eyes, I spot a gleam so rare
A few pennies unleash a joyous affair
She looks at the sky, thanks someone up there
So much gratitude in the midst of despair
I secretly thank her,
For even when she gets less than her share
She teaches me to be grateful with her humility beyond compare
We have so much, yet we fret and swear
Dressed in our discontent, a frown we often wear
As the signal turns and I cross a bustling square
In my perilous mind, a harsh reality does glare
The burden of guilt becomes mammoth to bear
Carrying tons of repentance I shed a guilty tear
I secretly apologize
For we are the culprits, the reason for their despair
For the lost childhood of umpteen children everywhere
For those forsaken young ones need love and care
Just like all children, they are gems precious and rare
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