Met a bag lady walking

Met a bag lady walking
and then tipped my hat to say
a slight wish of good morning
softly spoken

She smiled and she waved
as she shuffled along
while picking up Kants and rappers
silently there

Her coat was worn and tattered
no shoes to complete the show
no masterpiece painting so
aptley given

Her Bible in the cart was
top shelf and opened widely
red borne letters warmed her soul
quickly read

She parted me then singing
a favorite gospel song
her perfection of art
Godly offered

Met a lady with no bags
and then tipped my hat to say
an offer of a greeting
boldly spoken

Her gait was fast on the morn
bags so purchased on that day
pocketbook belieing contents
hustle gains

She frowned and she dodged
as she hurried along
stepping on cans and wrappers
awaiting there

Met a bag lady walking