Angels

Heedless of rejection standard smile ever so sweet, childhood void of substance youth lost in everlasting grief. It is not from choice to serve the world’s ancient art, although somewhat obliging never, with an amorous heart. Learning curves to encounter street wise evolves the trick, cloned to procure all-comers remembered the wall, to build of solid brick. Within the glow of hopeful themes upon the road side where they reside, some locked in obscure dreams under a solitary lamp light. Whilst amidst the affluent of their craft a class of high distinction, content to work the street of pure gold ne’er cast an eye on those that bear the bar-code of extinction. So soon a whiter shade of pale for alas a fallen Angel, forgotten now her love was her fame for society is unforgiving, spreads the word across the social media of shame. © Harry J Horsman 2017