She Smiled At Me Poem by Gert Strydom

At Lolly Jackson’s bar
she smiled at me
and as smiles goes,
her’s was teasing.

She smiled quite gay
and her eyes and lips
and exquisite body begged
to play.

In my inner soul
I started to pray
to keep this blonde temptation,
with her inviting boobs and hips
far away from me.

The energy of life
was bursting out,
with every step she took.

a Year later
I saw her in the street
and her thinning hair
and bony face,
reminded me of someone
from somewhere.

When she smiled
It was a ironic grin
and somehow,
I could still see
beauty in her eyes.

Her body was paper thin
and her blue eyes
were sunken in
and AIDS had taken her
to the verge of death.