Spent two days with an old friend of mine.
I can tell the streets, are not making her so fine.
She has so much to say, about everyone except herself.
She is angry, no doubt.
For the passed year or two She fell homeless.
She got herself in a little bit of a mess.
She sleeps in shelter homes and walks her days away.
These passed two days I gave her a place to stay.
Tomorrow She will be back out on the streets.
Hanging out with whomever she meets.
I am so afraid for her, but this is her life.
She sorrowfully drags, all the strife.
Maybe one day someone will care enough to bring her into their home.
She carries her backpack and her cellphone.
She eats what she can find,
And is blasted right out of her mind.
©terrylin53
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