Lonely Lookin' Poem by William Mowell

Lonely looking in the middle of the night
Not looking for trouble, she had no fight

love found luck after a brief reprise
the loneliness that locked, came to it's demise

The girl that she left behind, will find
The woman she's meant to be, in time

The road that she's meant to travel
Scars from the past, the road will unravel

Another night spent in the cold
No aces left, her hand she's about to fold

But she cannot give up, not yet
She has one last hand she'll bet

Riding on luck of the draw
The life she lives is cold and raw