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TO A LITTLE MATCH GIRL
Drifting alone in the snowy place
I thought I would help a soul
The angels laughed and conveyed:
"God knows best about that face."
From my heart tears gushed
As I remembered the story
Of "The Little Match Girl".
And to me this lost child
Also looked the same
A shivering flower
Facing bad days.
That innocent gaze
I couldn't ignore -
A pearl cast out
From the ocean's floor.
Never did the cold
And the snow stop me,
To help one who
Was helpless, alone.
Little did I care
For any hidden weed
As her eyes sought help
The help she did need.
The compassion in me
for that little match girl
Made me blind
To the traps she did keep
Using her innocence
Tears and sad smile
To make me a victim
Of tricks and guile.
To this day
I try to figure out,
Why and what for
I went out of my way
To help that girl.
Yet, I have not
Learned my lesson still,
And willing offer
Myself for the kill.
Do that little match girl
Of the old fairy tale
Also behave thus
Like the frail creature
Who fooled me neatly
Though she appeared
A little match girl...
And then I did feel
Deep within me
That it takes all kinds
To make this world reel
Around and around
For eons and eons
So I can't say
The fairy tale girl
Was anything like
The modern match girl.
