Your world is fragile glass
Every day breaking like bones
Against the heartless pavement
Of this dingy city where dreams disappear
In the blink of an eye
Like a thousand species
Growing extinct
In the dying rainforest.
Divorce and disintegrating family life
Stole from you a happy childhood
With the malicious hands
Of a marauding thief,
You were never a little girl.
Next time I see you
Stranded on some dirty street
In the hopeless dawn
With no fuel in your tank
To get back home,
Take my twenty free,
I won’t bother you for sex.
The street is a lonely place to be without a protector.Your compassion becomes you, Uriah. Kindest regards, Sandra
Dear Uriah, Loved the gentlemanly touch here and the compassionate spirit! Hugh
Wow...This shows a lot of insight into the life of a working girl. As well as a very sympathetic and kind heart. Hugs, Dee
if only more men were like you Uriah.. the world would not have been so scary. Take care HBH
A hard condition described with heart. But rather than 20, she needs a new start. -chuck
Your a good soul Uriah, I always guessed you were a kind one too. The good samaritan obviously. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so sad, and too often the case, we reach a point in our lives where we realize that inorder of changing something on the outside first we must try and change something on the inside A great poem, Love Duncan x