A POOR LITTLE GIRL

She was a poor little girl
Her soft hair fallen in shabby curl
Her eyes so bright like a pearl
In her moneyless world she was the earl.

Sitting in the street begging for food
A little she shares with a good mood
Playing with the butterflies far in the woods
Her clothes so ***** but she looked so good.

Through the street she did roam
Looking for a safer and a warmer home
Though she never got any shade
But she was so brave, never afraid.

Love you little girl your story so sad
People to you were often so bad
Through so much struggle you never did fade
Never gave up, I'm so proud of you and so glad.

Your heart teaches that love is the real treasure
At the end of the day goodness is the measure
Which brings peace and is never a leisure
Being rich in spirit and soul is the essence of pleasure.