When Will Things Change?

It’s been hard
These last few years,
Not much to celebrate.

She walks down the
Icy street, careful
Not to slip.

The frigid wind
Penetrates her coat,
Increasing her discomfort.

When will things change?
She wonders,
The same struggle day after day.

Approaching a homeless person,
She offers a five-dollar bill
And a smile.


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