Treasure Island

Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Women on the Street

I have a fascination
For women who walk the street
I wonder why they’ve chosen
To look for men to meet
For just a fleeting moment
As they peddle their worn-out wares
They try to make the world believe
That they have no heartfelt cares
They take a chance on meeting
A man that’s full of sin
But strangely they keep doing it
Are they hoping they’ll find ‘him’?
Are they praying as they pocket
The money that they make
That they’ll find a guy to love them
A man who won’t just take?
So when we say our nighttime prayers
Let’s say one just for them
These women who walk the street
For their lives to truly begin!

Submitted: Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Edited: Friday, April 08, 2011

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  • Ershad Mazumder (9/11/2008 10:50:00 AM)

    This is a very ancient issue of the civilisation. I like it for the emotion you have expressed in it. Very nice composition. (Report) Reply

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