A Small Child

 One day a small child approached me on the sidewalk
She said she was lonely and just wanted to talk
I, myself, needed someone to talk to and quickly agreed
So many people passed us by but we paid them no heed
Now this little girl was no more than five years old
But already her life seemed to be so cold
Her father was always drinking, and her mother took pills
Her brother was dead, it gave me the chills
She mentioned her mother always stayed in bed
Depression was the first thought that came to my head
Then she told me the story about her drunken dad
I felt so sorry for her because it was so sad
When she told me the story of how her brother died
I could feel her pain, We both sat there and cried
It started getting dark and she said she had to go
So I bid here farewell as she walked down the road
Now I haven’t seen the little girl since we talked that day
Sometimes I worry, I hope she’s okay
I realize now that God used that poor little girl
To show me I’m not the only one who suffers in this world.