Walk the tired and dirty city street
Wrapped in foundling rags and no shoes on feet,
Watch the bright shiny cars speeding by her
With eyes that see nothing but a dull blur
Rest on the stoop of abandon dwellings,
Endlessly walking has her feet swelling.
Woke by children who stop to laugh and jeer
She scurries off to find escape from fear.
The shelter helps her for only one night
And she leaves to walk with the mornings light
For shelters are under funded these days
Meager support to the poor that canít pay,
There is no penny for a spool of thread,
Or half a dollar for a loaf of bread.