Life

One more unfortunate,

Weary of living,

Beds down tonight,

Beneath murky bridge.

Her hearts beats,

And she bleeds

For one smile

Not to beguile.

Look at her rags

And see complete

The child within

 Her crumpled skin.

Love, not loathe

Do not despise

Because of poverty

Down and outs..

Where lamps quiver

Down beside river

And party’s aglow

Love each other