ACME
12-05-2012, 03:53 PM
Homeless old woman
Tattered and torn,
Weathered and worn.
She lives in the street,
No shoes on her feet.
:smile (82):
They call her “Old Hag”,
Her clothes, but a rag.
Children throw stones,
Never leave her alone.
:smile (92):
But somehow she thrives,
Lest her will to survive.
Despite her poor health,
And absence of wealth.
:smile (97):
She sleeps where she’s able,
Park benches and tables.
Eats food from trashcans,
Her commode, a bedpan.
Seeks shelter from rain,
Most often in vain.
Finds warmth in the winter,
From restaurant air-venters.
She smiles at the sun,
Gives birds half her crumbs.
Has only three teeth,
To chew what she eats.
Each night she does pray,
That she’ll see a new day.
One last time shuts her eyes,
And then quietly dies.
:smile (16):
http://www.saudienglish.net/upload/image16502.html
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Tattered and torn,
Weathered and worn.
She lives in the street,
No shoes on her feet.
:smile (82):
They call her “Old Hag”,
Her clothes, but a rag.
Children throw stones,
Never leave her alone.
:smile (92):
But somehow she thrives,
Lest her will to survive.
Despite her poor health,
And absence of wealth.
:smile (97):
She sleeps where she’s able,
Park benches and tables.
Eats food from trashcans,
Her commode, a bedpan.
Seeks shelter from rain,
Most often in vain.
Finds warmth in the winter,
From restaurant air-venters.
She smiles at the sun,
Gives birds half her crumbs.
Has only three teeth,
To chew what she eats.
Each night she does pray,
That she’ll see a new day.
One last time shuts her eyes,
And then quietly dies.
:smile (16):
http://www.saudienglish.net/upload/image16502.html
.