Something Precious Lost Too Soon Poem by Alison Smith

Is not a tale that is easily remembered
Nor a tale that should be
How she lost her virginity
To a man she thought she had befriended

Each day as she walked to and from work
He'd lean from his balcony and say “hi”
She led a very lonely existence
And was encouraged by his words

One day he asked her to visit him
Just to talk and get to know each other
She felt so special and wanted then
And happily agreed to enter

How could she know
That talk wasn't on the agenda
Instead he took advantage of her naivety
And bedded her unceremoniously

She was just fourteen her world shattered
He was in his thirties, for him it didn't matter
He had achieved all he desired
The stain on the bed the bonus

No wonder now she makes no friends
Is wary of any approaches
Would you ever after such a start?
How can they ever be trusted?