Old Woman Dragging A Cart Up A Hill
Old Woman Dragging A Cart Up A Hill

The woman drags the shopping cart up the hill

White helmet hair sticking out from knit cap

The wheels squeak she trudges on

A single resolute figure

In clothes that don’t match

Her face is lined lips thin

Life has not be kind

She reaches the top of the hill

Turns and drags all her worldly possessions to a spot behind a dumpster.
['David Beaty']
['Poetry', 'Age', 'City Living', 'Homeless', 'Life']