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BAG LADY

Updated on May 23, 2012

There was a time when all was well~

When she had time to work in the garden~

To watch the birds play in their bath~

Now her days are all sullen.

There was a time when all was safe~

When she walked the country roads~

To come home to her own little mauve painted door~

Where now she huddles to get warm outside in~

A crate thrown down from some third floor.

There was a time when all was secure~

When she diligently on the week days worked~

Over seeing the family store~

Now she can not even conceive of entering an~

Establishment never to buy anything any more.

There was a time when all was organized~

When every item had its own place~

When every nook and cranny was sparkling clean~

Now she walks around with more than even a dirty face.

There was a time when life was bountiful~

When she cooked often for all her neighbors~

When children would gather at her door for home baked cookies~

Now she searches in dumpsters praying for morsels of anything.

There was a time when clear headedness was in the forefront~

When everything seemed to be no wrong answer~

When she kept financial task just so~

Now she might see a dollar from a stranger as~

Her mind doesn’t manage much anymore.

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There was a time she was revered and respected~

When she went to church~

When she volunteered for the ladies aid~

Now people just walk on past her~

As if she is invisible for the rest of her days.

There was a time when love surrounded her~

When she babysat her daughters son~

When she saw her first son be born~

Those are the thoughts she holds so dear on~

Those cold unsheltered wintery nights~

When she prays for Jesus to call her home.

There was a time when she smiled and smiles met her~

As everyday she had only kind words to say~

As she offered her grins for healing magic~

Now no one gives her even the time of day.

There was a time when she cared for others~

When she nursed a friend back to health~

When she nurtured the baby squirrel who lost his mother~

Now she wonders where those people are now?

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There was a time when she was a women of fine means~

Now she collects the garbage thrown to the curb~

Keeping her bags so very full~

As the grocery cart she pushes everyday becomes~

harder to push up unrelenting busy hills.

There was a time when she never worried~

A time when others were thought to always be there~

But now alone she totes her bags~

Always seeing mostly good~

Have you seen her? ~

The Bag Lady that you once overlooked?

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By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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      Mike Fields 5 years ago

      GREAT WORK HONEY

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      Lisa J Warner 5 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      Oh Thank You so much. Not the poem I wanted to write, but words I suppose needed to be said... May GOD BLESS us ALL no matter where our path of life leads...

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      this is a very good HUB Lisa really tugs at the heart voted up and beautiful in its own way

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      Lisa J Warner 5 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      Thank You so much Frank! ENJOY!

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      ShaeLeeRasmussen 5 years ago

      I enjoyed reading this!

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      Lisa J Warner 5 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      Thank You ShaeLeeRasmussen~~~Have a wonderful night!

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