STREETWALKER (by Fr. Albert Jungers)



I walk the streets;
No rag to throw
To cover naked form,
Avert your eyes
And hold your nose.

It was you who
Threw me out there
With morning trash,
And caused my sores
With your abuse.

I walk the streets
And make a show
Of love forlorn,
That you so prize
And no one knows...

Just what you do
And when and where,
For little cash
Not good in stores,
Your love a ruse.

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  1. This call for a food for thought, thanks.

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    1. I am happy you like this poem Gossiper. And please do gossip about it to others.

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