Maybe four years old
Pretty pink pyjamas
***** and torn

Wisdom of age
Beyond young years
Etched on your sad face

Feet cut & bleeding
Have they ever
seen shoes?

Hair matted
Twigs for adornment
Baubles of the earth

Blue plastic mug
Held upwards
Empty

You were here yesterday
You will be here tomorrow
But for how long?

The world walks by
Seeing you
Avoiding you

You touch their hearts
Maybe their souls
But not their wallets

It’s not money
You need in your blue mug
It’s love