She lived on the street with her sick child.

When will people be aware of their own actions ..?
whether people will be aware if they’ve got the sentence …??
until when will the world will go on like this ..

let’s discuss together ..

Part of my "life as we know it" series.

Part I of this little story.

The life on the Streets.

I was in the place I was. And through work two visitors took a break. There was talk of where I was and where they were from. I went to me. It opens with a play on words. And, there’s the less favorable stereotype to the direction I think is ever present in inner Cities all over the United States of America. The rest is trying to get you to a nice place and then do other than saying it can all work out for everyone in all situations, but to leave an impression and make my point to be understanding of the experiences we might not can know yet that occur for others. I think many do the best as they know-how. And that we try to be good people. But we crave acceptance, yet enjoy working together. And we would like Good things for people we care about-us and ours.

Observed – a girl in pyjamas in a city street one Saturday morning. What was she doing there? Why did I ignore her?

The Hard Way (Part 1) **ROUGH DRAFT** Possible Spelling/Grammar Errors.

Poem.

A snap shot of a life slipping away.

This poem is about many sad people we see living on our streets in towns and cities.