She was
She was the virgin pure and sweet
She had no business to be out in the streets
I was the whore that lived next door
I love to entertain as the liquor pours
The third one of our trio , she was the nun
The chosen one
Each day we three would get together
And shoot the breeze
The virgin would speak of life’s innocence
I would talk of my life with a smile of pretense
And the nun would share of hope and repentance
We three are different in so many ways
But yet we are similar on this day
For we share our hopes, hurts and fears
And each of us cry with bitter tears
(c) 2019 Dale Warren
She had no business to be out in the streets
I was the whore that lived next door
I love to entertain as the liquor pours
The third one of our trio , she was the nun
The chosen one
Each day we three would get together
And shoot the breeze
The virgin would speak of life’s innocence
I would talk of my life with a smile of pretense
And the nun would share of hope and repentance
We three are different in so many ways
But yet we are similar on this day
For we share our hopes, hurts and fears
And each of us cry with bitter tears
(c) 2019 Dale Warren
I love how the rhymes and rhythms join with the vernacular bits to bring humor leading to the serious thoughts as it ends!
ReplyDelete