Wednesday, June 02, 2004

No Ordinary Day

You walked past her a couple of times
That little girl on tattered clothes
with smudges on her face
So young yet so frail and ashen

Today, you came up to her,
dug a few coins from your pocket
as they heavily fell on her shriveled hands
Her face lit up as you smile and go your way.

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