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 © May Fenn | Year Posted 2015
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