BAG LADIES
Their feet swell from walking
Their bellies swell in pain
They trod the streets of snow and sleet
Of desert temps and rain
Not ladies of the evening
But Ladies with the bags
They used to be great ladies
But now they're only hags
The bags hold precious memories
Too dear to throw away
They cart them through each evening
They cart them through each day
You'll see them on the subways
When the weather's bitter cold
You'll see them on the buses
When their legs are veined and old
They have no home to go to
They have no place to stay
Society ignores them
And assumes they'll fade away
The ladies die in gutters
In corners of the city
No matter how you wash it
The sight's not very pretty
The people see the Ladies
The people know they're there
The people see the Ladies
The people do not care
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