Just to complete the night, as i was listening to the soothing searing strains of Bruce Springsteen's music in Streets of Philedelphia.. a dark thought came my way.. pushed it into the recesses of my imagination and pulled this one up
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The poverty stricken face of the lost child
Hungry but with hope that I would be her provider
Her ragged torn excuse of a dress barely covers her bruised and tired body
A skin that shows signs of age in piercing tear stained innocent eyes
Her voice bears the tinges of desperation and emotional want
Of a caring look and a considerate token of value for life – hard cash
The streets filled with busy insensitive rich people
With only time to see their reflections in car windows to satisfy their vanity
The fast paced streets rear their ugly head
The little child left beyond – a little coin in her hand
To show her parents a symbol of bread and water and a faint smile