There She Was

There she is walking on the street She's looking down, so no one to greet, It's still early in the morning Soon by others she'll get a scorning. She's wearing the clothes that she wore the night before The same clothes again she has wore, And she never brushed her teeth or took a bath As she is again walking the same path. Everyone begins to look and then stare As they see her ruffled clothes and messy hair, But, to all she'll give a grin Even though she had committed a sin. She was not given a goodbye kiss When from the house she was given a dismiss, She wasn't even given a number When she was woke up from her short slumber. I wonder if she'll be going out again tonight While hoping again to find her mister right, Maybe again someone will take her home Then the next morning she'll be told to leave and roam. I feel so much sadness and sorrow for her As her every night must now be a blur, What she wants or is looking for I don't know As she brings herself guilt, disgrace and woe. There she is walking down the road While people are watching in the cold, I saw the face, but I forget her name But, there she's stepping the walk of shame. Randy L. McClave