The Begging Bowl

She was a Loner and an Observer
To the veterans of the game she was a Dreamer

She loved the melody of the cars whizzing by
she also took in her stride, the glares of passersby

One very beautiful day she decided to venture out
Bleakness in her eyes but with an extra smile on her pout

She promised herself a day of glory and respect
But there she stood on the pavement with neglect

A good old samaritan gave her a penny
To give respect were few but to disregard her were many

Then came the realization that she was an outcast
There would never be a day of glory ,and respect was a thing of the past

To break the barriers was futile
The hawks of the trade were too agile

She succumbed to the demands of the trade
Still dreaming for that glory which for her was never made

Lurking in the shadows were vultures ready to prowl
Once again she stood with the Begging Bowl