The Woman

September 15, 2011
By IrishWriter SILVER, Sdfddas, Other
IrishWriter SILVER, Sdfddas, Other
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A country far different to my own,
A world unknown.

An ancient woman sat working there,
From early in the morn,
For an amount of money I would simply cast to the stone.

Her smile so wide,
While I would hide.
The great divide so large,
Now I see what it means.


The author's comments:
Inspired by a poor elderly cotton picker I saw on television.

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