Street Life
A city street late at night the working girls now ply their trade
Young or old warm or cold their dreams like flowers swiftly fade
With dress hitched high revealing thigh their smile a mask to hide their shame
No more the glasses tinted rose illusion lost in life's cruel game
No more the child who played with dolls and sat upon her daddies knee
No more no love as with strange men she now collects her tainted fee
With voice now happy and wit so sharp she walks the streets with stoic cheer
But a fleeting glance or look askance reveals in truth her secret fear
A cold wind blows through her thin clothes the chill her cheer abate
All love gone for far too long replaced by lust her sad bad fate
Until one night like bird in flight a boy appears with guileless grin
He's on the run he has gun he speaks of love and not of sin.
With empathy so crystal clear he feels the pain of her sad plight
From eyes of blue his thoughts ring true his honesty lights up her night
He draws her near he quells her fear his soul he bares of all he be
Tho' his voice low his eyes now show he be like her a spirit free
He knows of shame of endless pain his life like hers the colour blue
Tho' upon his face there be no trace of all the hate and hurt he knew
And as the night slips silent by their tears now dry their love replete
As on a cold dark city street two fallen angels that night meet
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-10-19 at 10:21
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Fallen Angels
Fallen AngelsA city street late at night the working girls now ply their trade
Young or old warm or cold their dreams like flowers swiftly fade
With dress hitched high revealing thigh their smile a mask to hide their shame
No more the glasses tinted rose illusion lost in life's cruel game
No more the child who played with dolls and sat upon her daddies knee
No more no love as with strange men she now collects her tainted fee
With voice now happy and wit so sharp she walks the streets with stoic cheer
But a fleeting glance or look askance reveals in truth her secret fear
A cold wind blows through her thin clothes the chill her cheer abate
All love gone for far too long replaced by lust her sad bad fate
Until one night like bird in flight a boy appears with guileless grin
He's on the run he has gun he speaks of love and not of sin.
With empathy so crystal clear he feels the pain of her sad plight
From eyes of blue his thoughts ring true his honesty lights up her night
He draws her near he quells her fear his soul he bares of all he be
Tho' his voice low his eyes now show he be like her a spirit free
He knows of shame of endless pain his life like hers the colour blue
Tho' upon his face there be no trace of all the hate and hurt he knew
And as the night slips silent by their tears now dry their love replete
As on a cold dark city street two fallen angels that night meet
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
Read 681 times
Written on 2005-10-19 at 10:21
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