I see her almost every day
Do you?
Have you?
Pushing the remnants of her dreams
In a rusty old shopping cart
Down the street from where I live.
She mumbles in a language that
Only she understands,
Or so she thinks,
I understand homeless.
I also understand lost,
Abused, and confused…
Do you?
She once had a home
A family and dreams
At night when it’s quiet,
You can hear her sad screams…
Sitting in the shadows