friendship-network

In a distance in front of a store, on an old piece of cardboard. A way of living she didn't ask for, cold, so cold, no one walks toward. ...the poor... Looking at your face, her eyes, shredding your grace. No silk and lace, nor anything for a good base. ...the rich... Watching her sit there, your thoughts, judging her so unfair. All your wealth and still nothing to share, All your health and the less you care. ...the moment... Views crossing each other, two in tears, the other couldn't bother. One isn't a martyr, but the other isn't a savior either. ...the difference... The cold realistic poverty, or a fake golden journey. Being accus