The Beggar Girl

I am a little Beggar girl; both my parents are dead,

I’ve no one to give me food or a morsel of dry bread,

Who can feel my hunger pangs, when I double up in pain?

Who's there when I contort and writhe, my sobs are in vain!

I have no home to call my own; I wander here and there.                    

I’ve no bed to lay my head; my feet are sore and bare.

My torn and threadbare clothes my body cannot cover,

I have no jazzy Jacuzzi where I may get a shower.

 You can't imagine my suffering unless you’ve also felt the pain-

 To be without shelter in scorching heat and torrential rain!

 I am just a little beggar girl-of no importance might be true!

 So you sneer at me and shun me, alas to care are very few!