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Rating: 4.7
A lamp post, dark, dismal, barren street,
waiting in anticipation for the dealers wheels.
Tattered clothes, stiletto heels on weary feet.

A face torn, by the wrath of time,
no family, no loved ones to call her own.
No idea, where she will sit to dine.

Headlights slowly come to a stop,
she reaches out with quivering hands,
wondering all the while, could this be a cop.

Written Germain
By: Melvina Oct.15,2008
Melvina Germain
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
John Maxwell 11 June 2016
If it were a Cop. They would get her off the street. Sad but true.
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Khairul Ahsan 24 March 2016
I was deeply touched by your poem. A sad, poignant depiction of reality that pervades our society.10/10.
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Mj Lemon 05 October 2015
Just brilliant....You have captured a moment that happens all too often in Canadian cities. Stunning imagery.
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Kelly Kurt 04 October 2015
A stark, poignant piece! Well written and a sad truth in our culture
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