Little barefoot girl

She walked through the back streets of old Naples
Clothes in tatters no shoes on her feet
She gazed at the rich well dressed children
Wondering when next she would eat
Filled with both anger and envy
She turned the next corner of the street
Only to be confronted
With a boy with the loss of both feet
She looked at the boy in his wheelchair
Where there were no feet to be seen
Back to her own little bare ones
And realized how lucky she’d been
The anger and envy she’d had disappeared
Replaced by pity and sorrow
Things wouldn’t seem quite so bad
Walking the streets on the morrow