She sits...
Worn, spotted, aged skin...
She waits... patiently... each day...
If only today... let it be today...
Layers and layers
A small way to hide...
Her shame...
But it embodies...
Her hope...
"Tzedaka removes the evil decree"
She holds out her cup
In her wrinkled hands
And jingles the few coins she already has
Waiting, waiting
"Help me..."
Just a few more... and maybe
Just a few more... and maybe
I won't be hungry tonight...
And I?
I see her... and the others...
And all I can do...
Is try not to cry...
very nice writing
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