The Old Escort (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to S. J. Pretorius)

At a time far past lovely unsightly she did become old,
where she is drinking coffee deep in the concrete-jungle,
a life of bodily pleasure did curtail her,
she feels effete, unhappy and far past ages-old
and outside the wind blows icy in the streets,
where no one does talk or even look at her,
in a city full of busy people she is totally lonely,
the neon light pulse in her and she cannot hate this city,
but loneliness brings to her an own kind of pain,
where she holds the hot coffee tightly in her hands
and she feels the heat of the expensive porcelain,
when the white liquid washes over her beautiful white teeth,
she could really love someone and this thought enters her mind,
but too long intimately she did adore too many men.

[Reference:"Ou hoer drink koffie in kafee" (Old whore drinks coffee in café)by S. J. Pretorius.]

© Gert Strydom