A Lady Deserves More Than a Busstop
A Poem from the novel
"The Essence of Poetry II:Gerald's Sophomore Yet Grown Poetrybook"
Written by: Gerald L. Ingraham
It wasn't that long ago from today,
When I saw her observing with fear.
As it poured, holding her girl from dismay
And awaiting a man who was quite sincere.
I could not do a thing to assure hope,
Because I was too looking for my way.
A way home through the hail to cope
With the remnant of a stormy day.
As I looked in her green eyes
With her make up drenched,
I had an epiphany to realize
That I was not living where death inched.
While she stood with mangled hair,
I could feel something come over me quick
And it definitely wasn't the ice in the air.
I felt the lady on the busstop could get sick.
At this very moment, I wonder where is she
And is there still hail to moist her every step.
Where could the father of her child be?
Should he not be the one to give her help?
She deserves more than what he could give.
Some day, I hope I could meet with her
And apologize if she and her girl does live
After that dreaded storm which occured.
I just do not fathom why a man could leave
A woman and his child in the wet cold.
It remains something very difficult to believe,
Because a lady comes first or so I was told.
A woman deserves more than the busstop.
She needs a gentleman like me,
When she falls to lift her up from a flop
By evil and let her be the lady she wants to be.
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