Survival Street Life

 Icy winds scorch her numb face,
         Howling winds each night,
 Age fifteen living the street life,
         Tired cold and hungry,
 Barely surviving the nights. 
         Begging for money,
Just enough to get some food,
         Scents of food taunts her,
She last ate three days ago.
         Rich people walk by,
Able to spare a dollar,
         Stares but no smiles,
Just a world full of unhappy.