Beggar lady, in the white mist,
They say you carry a ragbag heart,
hidden inside your rattletrap cart.
I wonder, were you once loved and kissed?
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I really, really like this poem. The language used is wonderful. Keep up the good work!
I often wonder these same things about the people I see. Everyone is someone... I love this; thank you.
A sad poem that seems to reach out to the poor and poor of heart.You have worked wonders here.Love Duncan
You are a keen observer of the human condition. Your compassion becomes you, Mary. Kindest regards, Sandra