The street girl and the Poor Man
Both seeking a better life
The street girl and the Poor Man
She stands in the cold, her gaze to the ground,
A life of survival in silence profound.
Her hands, they have touched what no one should feel,
But in her heart, there’s a hunger for something real.
He walks with his head held low in defeat,
A coin in his pocket, but nothing to eat.
His world is a struggle, each day a long fight,
Yet he dreams of a future where things might be right.
They pass each other, two lives undefined,
Each carrying burdens, each lost in their mind.
She knows of the price that her body must pay,
He knows of the debts that keep him at bay.
But in their eyes, a shared kind of pain,
A longing for peace, a wish to break chains.
Two souls in the night, both seeking release,
One through her work, the other through peace.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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I loved the story in this poem!