Arms for Alms

The frail beggar woman wanted to change her life; she wanted all the nice things she often dreamed of when she rocked herself to sleep under the stars. She wanted to live in a big white house with a garden and a fence, and she wanted a comfortable bed to lie in when the nights turned cold. She wanted a big handbag filled with money and wanted to spend it on what-so-ever she liked. She wanted all the comforts that every rich woman had and wished that the means to possess these would come by her one day. But then, rather than step out into an unknown world that appeared to only promise a rat-race and hard work each day, she preferred the one she lived in presently. It was familiar and in some manner, easier.