She does deserve to be where angels dwell
For life for her was surely Earthly Hell
With life's forgotten she forever lay
In pauper's ground her bones at rest today.
Her sole life's possessions a plastic bag of clothes she knew of poverty
In the Town-park one i did often see
With a certain warmth in her toothy smile
One who seemed unaffected by any sort of guile.
It is said of destiny it is beyond our control
Age and homelessness on her did take it's toll
I cannot say whether she was a mother or any man's wife
Since i never talked to her about her life.
She had no home to go to after dark
Her body found on timber bench in the park
By early morning jogger who was jogging by
As the light of day did creep across the sky.
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