How could she have noticed?
As she lay on her pink comfy bed
After a delicately delicious dinner
Thinking of her day not so bad
Feeling so tired and exhausted
Though not as bad as the porter.
Lazily looking over her table top
Not so sure of what's holding her view
She looks again, deeper this time
She can't fathom
Yet,it rings a bell....
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THE GIRL WHO NEVER NOTICED
PoetryAn untold story of pain that so many people do not notice, probably because the rich thinks the poor are living a life they deserve. So many have forgotten that some people are just victims of circumstances,finding themselves in situations they neve...
