Ruth Walters


A Tearaway - Poem by Ruth Walters

The tearaway kicked cans,
threw litter,
played knock down ginger,
stole milk from doorsteps,
and ran amuck.

At 13, she left school.
A Teddy Boy, a yob
got her knocked up,
in the
pudding club.

Lost the baby at 4 months,
went on the booze and then,
did tricks for local pimps
those suited, sleazy
low life men.

At 15 they put her
'in care'
a word that rings of despair
as they didn't ever care
and lost the key somewhere.

At 21 she'd syphilis,
it was the warden, so they said.
Her body, all used up
her mind
a dreadful mess.

At 22 they found her,
lying in her piss
down a draughty corridor,
full of gin,
stone dead.

Us kids used to like her,
she'd make us laugh and scream
console us when we cried
and tell us __
that life was but a dream.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Comments about A Tearaway by Ruth Walters

  • (8/19/2012 5:22:00 AM)


    Might have started a dream but came to a sad and degraded end. Evocative. (Report) Reply

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  • (8/18/2012 8:24:00 AM)


    Like this, as an old Brit loved to read phrases like knock down ginger and pudding club, reminded me of my
    childhood in London many years ago, so I liked this.
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  • Alon Dy (8/18/2012 5:32:00 AM)


    nice one. good poem with good meanings. feel free to comment my poems as well.thank you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 18, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 26, 2014


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