A walk

Scuttling
Along the dusty path
Alone
She goes in and out
Carrying
A bag, her only jewellery
Taking
The usual beat

Walks
About a mile, she does
Heavier
With the Sun, the bag grows with loose change
Lighter
With the houses, the sweets are sold off
Happy
She’s chatting all awhile!

Offers,
Some – to the poor and needy
Sells
Some – to the boys and girls
Blessed
Is her soul
A life of service
Warm sweets
Not just a way to fill her pocket
But to clog a hole

Alone,
Then she walks
To her house
Another mile passes by
With no people to talk

Unsteady
All of a sudden
Laden
With all the burden
A step
She misses and takes a fall

Void
Empty, the feeling
No one to take care of this being
Took as I did
A step to help her
She picked up herself and took another step!

Continued the retinue
She, the bag
And some animal friends
Sensing some food
Adorning the bag now placed on her head

Lines
That creased her forehead
Momentary
Ceasing to exist as she flashed
A brilliant smile
Full of love and warmth!

This happened to me today morning actually!!

Just trying a hand at contemporary poetry without rhymes and just saying what you mean exactly in lines ! Lemme know how you like it!