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Would you have a moment
To help me with my wares
Won’t you stop, lend a hand
And show me that you care
I cannot seem to get a job
For my dress is frayed and worn
I think I understand just why
You look at me with scorn
You think that I am lazy
You couldn’t be more wrong
I may look like a ragged mess
But my will, is ever strong
It is not my choice to live here
Like this, each and every day
Do you really understand
Why I am this way
I have been forgotten
So I live here on the street
Please won’t you help me
Find some shoes, for my bare feet
Author’s Note: As the winter months approach, please, if you have an extra pair of gloves, or a scarf, and you see someone in need, consider an act of kindness, knowing it may never be repaid.
December Writing Prompt – Two halves of dress, frayed and worn – Day 7/31
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Beautifully written on such a sad topic. 😊💛
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Thank you. I can’t help but wonder why… 😦
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There is beauty in pain, suffering, hard times. The beauty comes in the way they are written about to achieve a wanted emotion.
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I guess so. Still, it breaks my heart to even write about it.
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I know. I can feel it in your words. 🙂 ❤ Hugs, dear friend.
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❤
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This is a beautiful poem with a great message, really nice .. Happy Weekend Dorinda, Regards
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Thank you, my friend. Happy weekend to you! 🙂
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They are collecting at the little store where my brother works. It is beautiful to see the donations pouring in!
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I’m so happy to hear that! I look around and see so many empty buildings and think, why can’t they open them up for the winter so these people have some place warm to be. So heartbreaking.
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So true Dorinda. Here in Paris you see the homeless crawl closer and closer to the metro grids on the street each night to get more hot air coming up through them than on the cold concrete.
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Ugh! Heartbreaking!!
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Oòhh this heartbreaking Dorinda..
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Yes, it truly is 😦
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