#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed
And when it gets dark,
She goes to the park,
She lays her blanket down,
And blocks out the noises of the town.
She sleeps, waiting for a day,
When God will answer her pray,
And she'll be in a better life
Leaving behind all this strife.
And this will not be the only home
She has ever known.

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