dear life 48

dear life,
did you see the young boy selling flowers at the red light? the young girl selling poetry notes at the crossroad? te sisters begging some money, any money? their feet all so bruised? their hands so small yet so callous? their faces all so dirty unwashed for so long? their bodies so fragile? did you take notice of their eyes? so innocent, so begging? sometimes filled with pitty for themselves for the share you have given them of yourself, sometimes filled with hope of the share you may bestow on them? then there passes by the all new BMW. two boys are looking out of the car window. they are not seeing the young boy selling flowers, the young girl selling poetry, the sisters. they are looking to see the attention they are receiving, to see how many have taken notice. they live in another world, on another planet. they live too.