Looking around I feel a sorrow
Not everyone is living for tomorrow
People are just trying to survive
Some needing a second chance to thrive.
A homeless girl stands alone at the end of the street,
Flogging 'The Big Issue' so that she can eat.
Her eloquent eyes are so easy to read,
She doesn't want pity, your cash is all she'll need
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem