The Lady In Red

i see you every morning
crossing the street
i offer you money
for something to eat

at first i was nervous
not sure what to do
i was oddly surprised
when you replied, "thank you"

you're guarding your bags
and all that you own
it makes me think of my
beautiful treasures at home

you talk to yourself
as others watch and stare
do you feel their presence
or even care

i meet so many people
throughout my day
the insignificant ones
seem to fade away

i wonder if anyone sees what i see
do they stop and ponder
that could someday be me

the homeless seem lucky
no worries at all
when i think of your lives
my troubles seem small

thoughts of you are
embedded in my head
i'll always remember you
as the lady in red

(written for Doris)