Written by Alice Donatelli
I saw her standing there one night,
the ground was cold and wet,
her face looked sad and lonely,
on her head she wore a net.
Her hands were old and wrinkled,
and her face showed many years,
her coat was torn and matted,
and her eyes held many tears.
she held pencils in her right hand,
in her left hand was a sign,
please buy a five cent pencil,
I can not see for I am blind.
My heart filled up with sadness,
I could not hold back the tears,
I wondered how this lady,
had survived through all these years.
I took the box of pencils,
and put the money in her hand,
her face got all excited,
it was more then I could stand.
God bless and keep you kind sir,
were the words I heard her say,
my name is pencil Rosie,
as she turned and walked away.