She sat in a doorway watching life pass her by,
She wore a smile but wanted to cry.
She had lost her child, her husband and home,
Now she was living life all alone.
At first she thought she was able to cope,
Family to visit, offering her hope.
Then the booze kicked in,
And the doors were shut in her face!
She had no other choice but to join
Another part of this human race.
She begged for money, clothes and shoes,
There was nothing else for her to lose.
Dignity was lost, pride what is that?
Now she was used to being spat at.
Her body was the last thing she had to trade.
But she was sullied and no offer was made.
She had not been seen for a week or two,
Then slowly the news filtered through,
She had hanged herself in a sense of shame.
Who do you think was really to blame?
Anything But Hackneyed…Amazon. co.
Anything But Hackneyed…Amazon. com.