The beggar

The sun is burning hard on her.

Her skin almost become like fur

for days on end she's standing there,

waiting for help somewhere.

She has know face know name.

A safe way to hide the pain.

As people walking by

no one border to stop and ask her why?

Every day that past

She wonder will this be her last

Know one knows her life story

That ones she  tasted life's glory.

But on that corner she will stay

till the last off her fallen life,

That's how the world sees a beggar pays