There Was An Old Woman

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She’d long lost its partner, so what could she do?
She didn’t have money to buy her another
She didn’t have family, sister or brother.
She lived all alone and slept under a bridge
And ate what she could from the soup kitchen fridge
Because she was never there to get her food hot
She had no one to care if she ate or did not.
She was found, I heard say, on a bench in the park
She’d been sitting all day – but had died in the dark.

E.M. Swift-Hook

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