A Poem on Homelessness in Dublin.
A smile which lights up the City,
A face that has a story,
Inside those plastic bags
Only she knows.
Buses, stations, streets, the airport
Destinations she illuminates,
A face, a smile, a story
Opening the hearts of those around her .
Waiting at Pearse Street station
Surrounded by her precious jewels,
First thing on a Sunday morning,
She drinks tea from her paper cup.
It could be anywhere you see,
A little head popping up
On a Luas near Abbey street,
Hunched-backed yet beautiful.
Saying hello to the little girl in Mcdonalds,
One wonders if she had children of her own?
Cleaning the table so carefully, so happily,
A lady of elegance Abandoned.
Unlost but lost,
Smiling at a selfish world,
She is my hero
Her name is Bags.
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