It was quiet and chilly this winter morn
She was huddled together to find comfort and warmth
The poverty had left her bitter and cold
Gasping for breath under destiny’s hold.

She lived her entire life on that patch of road
No place for food to be dried and stored
She drank water where she could find
Finding her way without losing her mind.

I always walked past without a thought
In awe at the will that she had got
To resume each day with a smile on her face
A duel through nature’s cruel embrace.

I go through life solving my misfortunes
My search for success of proportions
She then reminds me, my life of regrets
Is not half as bad as what she possesses