AT THE NIGHT MARKET

As I walked into the night market,
I could each woman carrying their basket,
I wonder what's in their mind,
Coz they need to check all the stalls in line.


My heart goes down into a beggar,
Sitting next to a fishmonger,
Hoping a coin will drop into her container,
But what a pity, nobody seem to bother.


Well, life is so unfair ,
Some have everything to share,
But other live a life so bare,
And nobody seem to care.....