Bag Lady

Betrayed by fate
Ailing and pale
Gadding always
Living in streets
Arduous survival
Despair her friend
Yearning revival
Acrostic Only

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

24 thoughts on “Bag Lady”

  1. hey leohow r u?where have u been all this while…but good that u have come back with a sufficient compensation:)lovely acrostic….wonderful imagination!!!take care!keep writing!God bless!

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