A girl walking through tired and gloomy
While I am high and tidy
Worrying about electronics
While she worries about feeding her family
Looking in her direction remembrance  of the past
Reminding  me that nothing really last.

Daily I am visited
Knocking on my door, wanting to come in
Sometimes I let them in; sometimes they just walk right in
As I heard the knocking I was getting ready to meet them
While I opened the door an unexpected face is there
Reminding me why I am here.