The Story of a Homeless Young Girl

There she lies on dirty pillows
Scratching the bottoms of sidewalks
For food.

Some people wish for a house made of gold
Well, she just wishes for a home.
Some people wish for a lovely dinner
While she simply wishes for a meal.

But a smile lies
On her innocent face
For she does not yet know greed.
Selfishness.
Hatred.

Keep in mind the girl's young age
Her innocence toward anger and rage.
A girl with the eyes filled with silent pain
But nevertheless, a smile on her face.

One day a man came about
And offered her something to eat.
Two apples and a bread of wheat.

She took some bread crumbs and gave them to the birds
Without crying a tear or saying a word.
So she split what remained of the bread right in two
And gave him one of the fruit.
"Let's share it," she said, with a grin on her face
"For there's nobody else willing to."