It was left lying and
Writhing on the ground
Life seemed to be hopeless
But that was not made for her

Coming on the way she
Saw it and had mercy on it
Took it and nursed it
Neither to be paid nor appreciated

It grew up and learnt
Bitter truth concerning her
Made it to be past tense
And determined to live

Grew up without tracing
Her family members and
Worked very hard to pay
The Good Samaritan
© Wambua