I lives ‘neath the arches, unheard and unseen.
I once craved a palace and got me a box,
I longed for the good life but just took the knocks.
I’m a lonely no-hoper, a blot on the land
A cause without meaning what don’t understand
Why you can’t beg a penny, while luggin’ yer bags
Cos they say you’ll just blow it on booze and on fags!
Yes, I’m just a Bag Lady from Paddington Green
I live’s ‘neath the arches unheard and unseen.
Excerpt from ‘The SMart Review’, by Maureen Grayson