Her shoes worn with age and clothes were worn and ill fitting
Her worldly goods in one small shabby carry bag
Roaming the busy streets in a daze
Sheltering from the winter chill in the library for hours reading
Of places she will never see and some she has travelled through.

She was alone but wasnt always , once she was a wife and mother too
But that was taken from her one sad and terrible day so long ago
Not one person cared enough to ask how are you
or to take to them to get to know hwe

This homeless woman everyone knew but no one really did know
Spent christmas alone not invited anywhere
all christmas meant was the library closed nowhere to go
to hide from the cold or books to read or enjoy the warmth there

No one knew from where she came and very few even seemed to even care
only that she was there and which park bench she called home each night
Some of the better folks tried to get her moved from there
She`s a vagrant and she should be gone its just not right.

when they found her frozen and lifeless that winter dawn
She had a smile on her face and in her hand she held close to her heart
a faded photo of happier times of children a house with well tended lawn
who knows what or when her troubles and misery did start
but we all know when it ended