Waif Poem by Paul Warren

I feel your eyes looking at me
As I pass by at a quarter to three
When you should be tucked away
By your parents at the end of day

Running around in a gang complete
No shoes being placed upon your feet
You learnt the hard way about life
Known by the law in perpetual strife

Your mother likes the drugs and drink
Partying with the different men she meets
And none of them will stick around
Leaving in the morning without a sound

I wonder who would teach you the right way
How to live and in the future have a say
Or will you be left to be cast aside
With no place within society to abide.

© Paul Warren Poetry