Soup Angel, English Beat Poetry

Little eight year old faerie
Flitting merrily among puddles,
Gypsies, tramps and junkies
Innocent Asian girl
Eyes brilliantly alive
Bright smile dazzling
This child with her brother
And her soup run mother
Giving out biscuits
Like there's no tomorrow
Cheering miscreants
Abundant empathy breaches sorrow
She sits next to me
Like a long lost friend
And at least momentarily
I forget the cold of Febuary
I glance down the line of us,
We're like an army in retreat,
And see that in this cherub
There dwells the hope
Of a future
Snatched from the hungry
Jaws of defeat
For her I'll give
Meaning to empty sounds
This in itself reminding me
I'm not finished, merely down
And that joyous life
Still abounds.

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