It took a lot of courage to ask
Her answer left me aghast,
"Could I take you to the dance?"
"Dandy so poor, not in my class, not a chance!"
Sunk in my chest to the hilt a lance!
Life has gone on seen her once or twice
Tables have turned she doesn't look so nice
Last time I saw her she was wearing a black eye
Didn't want to intrude or ask her why?
Someone told me she sits nightly at the same bar stool
She is no longer the beauty I once knew
Today all labored and bent over in pain
I held the door as she walked bruised into the rain
Did she recognize me or was the hurt always in her eyes?
Sometimes we shouldn't hurt others if we are wise.