The Bag Lady
poem by:
Frank Hornby .
Written
on Feb 17, 2017
"She limps so slowly, along a Liverpool Street, with all her possessions in a rusty old pram, nobody seems to even notice her, nobody seems to give a damn, jobless, and homeless, blisters bleeding on her aching feet, each day a long pitiful struggle, with no money to buy food or drink to eat. She's tramped the city's streets for umpteen years, without a home to rest her weary head, sleeping rough, in derelict buildings, she dreams of a nice warm bed. How much longer, can the old girl cling to life? as each bitter winter takes its toll, at least death would end her pain...God bless her poor old soul."
Tags: sad, rhyme, anger, depressing,
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Christopher Russon commented:
A really good poem.so many people live rough in birmingham city .
And yet so many empty flats inside tower blocks.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Thanks Chris.....I used to see this old lady regularly......until I never saw her again.....sad..... and the problem seems to be getting worse...thanks again Chris for reading my poem...
