She had done up her hair
I’d seen her standing there
In rain and in shine
Holding up her sign
Almost a living fixture
A living breathing mixture
Of bad luck and circumstance
Bad luck and no finance
But today her hair done neat
Defiantly to speak
With smile upon her face
“I am the Human Race!”
And I became aware
Almost enough to care
Yet caring was my daring
So damn the horns a’blaring
Her sign read ‘Single Mother…’
Her look not like the others
‘Single mother—Laid off work’
(By some inhuman jerk?)
She’d braved the heat
The dusty street
Suffered callous faces
Eyes diverted other places
But today her auburn hair
Was shining everywhere
Bright and done up right
To cancel out her plight
But who would see her showing
Who would look with knowing
The care that she had taken
To be shunned and thus forsaken
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Not ‘Her,’ but a reasonable facsimile
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Added Value
(Just To Accentuate my Point)
Vid Cred: Jan Hammer
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