A sidewalk, moving along, push she does across the street,
Hide and guard does she her cart of few treasures, she sees.
Moving from place to place, she wanders with thoughts in her head,
To most, she is a nobody, the life being drained from her daily.
A dreamer some time ago before whatever took the spirit from her,
What shows on her face, eyes so tired from wondering about today.
Lines are forming from so many days, how much has been taken away,
To the world nothing, a shopping cart, for her a world of everything.