The lone lady-of-the-night in the cold
One very cold night in January a tragedy I did see,
Someone needed to help that girl, but that would not be me.
I wonder and worry to this very day
Why did I not stop but just drove away
Leaving her there apparently alone
To uncontrollably shiver all alone in the cold.
I knew why she was there and I did not dare
To partake of her wares or get caught in the snare
Of a pimp who only thought of gold.
She looked so young as to her jacket she clung,
However, warmth from it was not to be, for she wore it you see
So the johns to be could see the beauty there to behold.
Her skirt was hitched high and her neckline was low
As she stood at a corner under a street lampís glow
There for any john to see as she shivered and shook in the cold.
My car was warm and she was cold
Five minutes was all she would need
To get herself warm away from all harm,
Except for that one manís greed.
Away from the scene I thought of her plight and in the mirror a coward I see.
Someone needed to help that girl why could it not be me.
You did the right thing my friends all said
As I told of the flight I had made
Just think of the trouble she could have caused you
If she claimed you must pay what was due.
Even though you objected and your innocence proclaim
Her pimp would have been there to support her claim
The loss of your money might have been the least of you pain
And your attempt at kindness a sad tale to be told.
Where did she come from and how this life did she start
Came into my mind and would not depart.
My guilt it remained as it does to this day
As I think of her standing there shivering uncontrollably in the cold.
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