There's A .. (Poem)

There's an old lady singing on the streets,
From dawn to dusk, on her wheelchair she sits.
Her voice ringing out, bittersweet yet sad,
It seemed to reflect the hard life she's led.

Yet people never stop, never pause in their stride,
Too busy, too absorbed, too wrapped up in their lives.
She sings tirelessly, but they do not care,
It was like as if she was never there.

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There's a middle-aged man with his pigeon tame,
I always see them at night,
He's always there, specially to feed her
Not once did she take flight

Nothing chains her to the ground
Yet she's chosen to stay
To the man's devoted care she's bound
She'll stick with him, come what may.

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There's a young girl lying on her bed
Humming a tune, a melody she creates
Her shirt carries one word, "Originality"
Yet she's copying from all those fashion magazines

She longs to be part of the cool crowd
To be able to say proudly, to say it out loud
"This is me. This is where I belong.
This is my dream, the heart of my song."

Her desire overcomes her dream
She loses track of her heart
Nothing truly is as what they seem
She finds herself back at the start

So the girl picks herself up,
And dusts herself down,
Creating music all day long,
She realizes she's happy just the way she is,

She's finally found the heart of her song.