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To see her now is such a big contrast
Since many a year have long ago passed
A young woman with the world at her feet
Lost her husband slain cold in the street
Walking hand in hand from a movie one night
A man tried to rob them and started a fight
Brandished a knife he thrust deep in Jakes side
There on the sidewalk he left his young bride
Amid his blood her life lay there shattered
That's when she lost "it" and all that had mattered
People pass by day in and day out
Cruel and unkind remarks they will shout
Some gawk with disgust looking at her
No kind words spoken or even uttered
Others just ignore her and simply look away
Never asking if she's hungry or even okay
Their intentions implied speak loud and clear
Confirming her thoughts, affirming each fear
In death would they still stop and stare
Or offer condolences and pretend they had cared
She gathers her things shuffles down the street
Searching each dumpster for a bite to eat
Hoping for a fire to perhaps warm her toes
Shed the cold of her rain soaked clothes
Tattered blanket, and rags on her back
Personal effects in a brown paper sack
A Gideons bible holds precious mementos
Pressed 'tween pages, one single red rose
A few photographs and a "Footprints" bookmark
Some pigeon feathers that were found in the park
Stuffed in her clothing to help keep her warm
Plastic trash bags in case there's a storm
Sally knows a secret even in lack of her mind
That when the day comes for her to leave it behind
She will not fret over owning no material things
One day at a time she'll take what life brings
Absence of things she considers fools gold
More precious is life when she had it to hold
Still they stare in amazement and never ask why
As though she's contagious they just pass her by
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