What becomes of her
It’s hard to tell
Perhaps too early…
She walked many a mile
Met people…
Many homeward bound
Some…a Vagabond
She lend a helping hand
Those with hopes down
She gave them a smile
Together she traveled with them
Gypsies they were
Today here
Tomorrow, some other town
But which way was she bound
No one knew
Questions…many in her mind
Answers…but a few
Yet, there was no looking back
At what was left behind
Memories, was her only load
She was at a crossroad…
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