A Private Thought - Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

Thread bare she
whom I saw in
San Francsico
as I entered a store
there she stood

Poor perhaps
I do not know

The look on her face
such made me
turn back to apologize
for a customer in a hurry
no time for her face

Dirty dieveled was she
worthy was she
dignity had she
ashamed for he
whom turned his back

Before I left our eyes did meet
an understanding foerever
I keep

The road home some
never will see

Poems by Uloia Norris Moore

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