The Loss of Innocence
As I was walking late one night along a downtown street
I came upon a sad, sad sight that led to hope’s deplete.
The painted ladies paced the night in black stiletto heels,
and searched beneath the neon light for what the dark conceals.
Along the row of sleezy bars and smoke filled cabarets
where lonely men forget their scars and drown their woes away;
there walked a girl so innocent, so gentle, meek, and mild;
the pains of life lay imminent before this virgin child.
She left her home and came out west, from Kansas I believe;
the search for stardom was her quest; she thought she could achieve.
Her dream be famous and be seen, a movie star to be;
to see her face upon the screen and name up on marquee.
But fame is such a fickle friend, and always out of reach;
when lost, her life did soon descend and innocence impeach.
Like those who came before her found, to make ends meet somehow,
you had to compromise your ground, give up, give in, and now
she’s doomed to always walk the night in black stiletto heels,
and search beneath the neon light for what the dark conceals.
And this, my story thus concludes a tale of childhood lost;
for most the quest for fame eludes, and comes at such a cost.
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2018