THE STREETS
The whirling sound of the wind hits her lying on the
concrete floor,
Its another time to pull the tattered blanket an inch
closer,
The scenario defines a life with no goal, and enough
potential going to waste,
She pops her eyes open, and stares at the lightings on
the buildings above her,
Her face so pale and tears just coming out,
She contemplates and more tears flow while the cold
intensifies,
In her mind she questions God,why?why?why?........,
Innocent she was at birth, unfortunately her parents
are no more,
But she wasn’t immune to the trials and tribulations of
life,
I say life is tough on her side, but do you think its
her fault?
Or maybe is it the fault of who brought her fourth,
It dawns and she is awaken by the footsteps along the
pavements,
Another day, no plans, no food nothing, just waiting for
the challenges ahead,
She walks past a hotel and the aroma of the breakfast
hits her,
Nothing to do but to dig deep into the bins to find
something to cool down the stomach crave,
She stretches her hand at a passer by for at least a
penny, but all she receives is a stare, and moves on,
Would you want such a life that’s like a rehearsal day
in day out?
Give thanks to God for where he has placed you,
Sometimes things look normal on your side, but
recognize it as a privilege,
At leastWhen in a position to give a lending hand, do
so,
And if not, a smile is always at your disposal, and some
words of encouragement, please do that this year will you?