Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚‍♀️

There are stairs called “Nancy’s Steps”
at the London Bridge on the Thames
where Nancy used to walk up and down
from her den to the world, back to the den
to live a life God cared less with neglect
with nothing more than her untainted heart
flowing milk of kindness and compassion
into the neverending faith of humanity alone
Even if it betrayed her and bullied her in tatters;
She pitied an orphaned boy named Oliver
And protected himself from the world under
Until the blindfolded Goddess Fortuna span
The Wheel of Fortune to the fateful turn
To which all her wishes were forefeited
As her already wretched body was battered
With the compass of the wheel bludgeoned
Her life with the heart cherished with love;
With the blows upon her still young head
all her hopes for the beauty of life shattered
and her tears rolling down her cold cheeks
turned into liquid drops of pearls and crystals,
and then, with a cry of the heart, she departed.
or thought she, for she knew not what happened
from dusk till dawn, wandering and waiting
on the fateful steps, asking if you’d seen the boy.