Poetry

Pride

Across cobbled streets

The old woman struggled

Sack on her back for todays wash

Hooded cardigan pulled tight

For wind and rain

Only added woes to her slog

Old worn shoes pinched

Punishing her bleeding toes

For 500 cent she persevered

Held in her hand

A lonely rose

©paul

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