Another young child born
On the wrong side of the street
In the wrong side of town
With no shoes for her feet.
Brought up in a poor family home
Where draughts crept through the door
Mother and Father died
No-one to look after her anymore.
Crept through the streets
Looking for food to eat
Looking for another home
Wanting someone to love her.
No-one wanted to love her
No-one wanted to care
Just passed by on the other side
As if the girl wasn't there.
She walked in the gutter
She slept on doorsteps
Up until she died
But still no-one cared
Passed by on the other side....
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Author:
Bibbeck (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Thankfully for us, this is a part of history, but elsewhere in the world it's not.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
I've felt a lot of that before the invisible unloved part
love your rhymes. Love this poem
Thank-you LML.
Very good write and so very true.
This need not happen in our world!
True! Thanks Goldfinch.
Sadly it happens eveyday where children are discarded and abused and those in the best position to help could care less .
"Not enough resource to cope", is always the 'excuse' sadly and, in other countries it just goes unnoticed AND no-one cares.
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