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
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