A Homeless Woman

Poem By Francis Duggan

She does not ask much out of life not very much at all
Her dreams compared to many to say the least are small
A little home beside the ocean from the mean streets far away
From the poor and neglected suburb where she lives homeless today

A gray haired woman in her early seventies a hard life she has known
That of late she has become homeless is through no fault of her own
Her landlord substantially on her raised the rent which she could not afford to pay
Greed is one of the main causes of homelessness in the World of today

One who does not have children nor was to any man a wife
Burdened with a mental illness in and out of mental homes most of her life
She knows about the hard life her happy moments few
On saying that life is only about winners is not saying anything that is new

To not feel sorry for her one would have to be devoid of empathy
Yet she never begs for money or looks for any sympathy
Tonight she will sleep on a park bench or a disused factory doorway
Yet she is just one of the many homeless people in the Human World of today

Her dream is not a big dream a small home in a coastal town
Where above the bay at evening she can watch the sun go down
And in the gray of twilight on the coastal trees
The songs and whistling of the birds are carry in the breeze.

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