The Streetwalker

Defenceless am I
In a world without pity
Parading my shame
As I walk through the city.
An outcast am I
In my chosen life
So different from those
Who are taken to wife.
Too late to repent
I must act out the play,
Descend one step lower
With each passing day.
The stamp of my calling
Cannot be denied
Forever I’m doomed
To the trade I have plied,
And yet do I sigh
For what might have been
Had the follies of youth
Not ended the dream.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Agustin Avatar
July 21, 2025 at 6:38 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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January 27, 2016 at 1:42 PM
MAY, A great pleasure to find and read the inspiration poured from your pen today. Love ** SKAT **
Raha Avatar
September 24, 2015 at 10:58 AM
nice rhymes,a sad tale told about the mistakes made in childhood.
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