Poem 35 of 230: GROWING UP
During my early twenties,
At one of Europe’s cities,
I was walking late at night
When I came upon this sight:
A street woman was ailing,
But passers-by kept failing.
And, in my often regret,
I, too, did no more than fret.
Then, in my early thirties,
At one of Baja’s cities,
I was walking late at night
When I came upon this sight:
A young hombre was bleeding,
But passers-by unheeding.
This time, I made the grown bet,
And soon his strong needs were met.
(C) David Franks 2003
During my early twenties,
At one of Europe’s cities,
I was walking late at night
When I came upon this sight:
A street woman was ailing,
But passers-by kept failing.
And, in my often regret,
I, too, did no more than fret.
Then, in my early thirties,
At one of Baja’s cities,
I was walking late at night
When I came upon this sight:
A young hombre was bleeding,
But passers-by unheeding.
This time, I made the grown bet,
And soon his strong needs were met.
(C) David Franks 2003
