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She said I am just trying to get by

She looked lonely yet somehow on a high,

Despite her troubles and her strife,

She always wore a smile, though life was tough for her

And she said that nothing really hurt her,

Because of all the pain she had suffered

Had now made her quite immune,

To what others unto her decide to do

She said a lot of things often without speaking,

And that wisdom was so profound,

Homeless this lady was,

They found her one day dead on the ground,

And I must admit I shed some tears for her

For I remember what she said,

And what she said, her heart bled,

And too few had they eyes to see her like me,

And when they buried her

I was the only one who was there for her,

And I stood and said these words of her,

That what she said meant more than anyone I had met had ever said,

She was, wisdom personified,

She had lived a painful and hard life

But she never forgot how to smile,

And because of that I’d never forget her,

For what she said stuck with me

And to know her meant that I was lucky,

I hope now in the next life she’ll find some peace.