Beneath a broken roof

A broken roof overhead,

All I have;

All I can afford,

Rest for night under

The starlit sky;

Huddled warmth

For the wintery woes;

Rain running showers

For the bath,

And

Baking sunshine

For the light;

No bag of pearls

To please my dame;

A handful of dough

All I make;

My toil is hard

But

Then its all I know.

Skin is rough,

Caked up too;

Clothes are drenched,

Damp with sweat;

Body,

Reeking of many

Repulsive odours

But

In my heart,

I am clean and pure.

You look at me

From

Your costly car.

I wonder,

What you see through that glass,

Tinted darker than the night?

You snub at that begging child;

His touch smearing

You shimmering car.

You roll up window,

And drive away.

I give him a ride

On

My rickety cart,

Thinking all the while,

Is that all you have,

All you can afford?

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