The Young Beggar
Walking down a busy pavement path,
people dodging by and trying to pass.
A young girl around the age of sixteen,
sat on a corner eyes a deep emerald green.
Cowering in her spot a cardboard sign she held up,
sitting next to her was a small broken plastic cup.
Wearing nothing but torn track pants and a grey old jumper,
So very thin that her bones were showing under.
I saw a tear slowly escape her beautiful innocent eyes,
as people continued to walk past no matter how hard she tries.
Slowly I let my feet start to walk up to her,
Into her cup I let fall from my hand a gold dollar.
Those mesmerizing eyes opened wide with excitement,
Looking up at me quickly, snatching away the coin in an instant.
Still knowing its not enough feeling heartbroken,
Without thinking I held her hand as a small token.
Hesitantly she slowly walked following me,
to my home so she could meet my family.
My family greeted her with arms open wide
She became my new sister no longer alone or having to hide.
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Children's Fairytales and poetry.
PoetryMagical unicorns, dragons and little elves. The wonders of a magical land, yet physically known to man, but each day new secrets are unfolded through the imagination of others. To inspire young children, here are a series of short stories and poems...
