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The lady... she was weeping. It saddened me to see -
that she was drawn within herself and just as sad as me.
I asked if she was hungry. I asked if she was late.
I asked her if she had a home. I asked her if she ate.
She shook her head at each of these short questions that I asked.
I knew I had to help her though. I knew this was my task.
I also knew I had no cash - and all this made me sad.
For I was just as homeless too. I lost the job I had.
To find a place for her to live and put food on her shelf -
oh, how could I do just one thing - when I can't help myself?
All I could do was wish her well. I had no more to say.
My stomach soured and I wept as I had walked away.
Some children laughed and giggled with their mother from a store.
Ignored, the old and lonely ones that my heart bleeds out for.
And then I prayed. Oh, how I prayed - that time would hasten by.
It hurts the most at Christmas time. Please, someone, tell me why.
