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The Web Poetry Corner - Francis Duggan - Nell

Nell

by

Francis Duggan

In the day she's seldom seen out like the snail she's in her
shell
But at night she dress up and put on makeup to look good for
the clientele
And then she walk to the street corner at the top of Acland
street
And for three or four or even five hours you will see her on
her beat.

Her hair dyed blond she is only thirty but she has known a
better day
Most men like their women younger and for her services they
won't pay
Dyes and makeup are not fool proof they don't hide age and
decay
And there is a young one of twenty only half a block away.

For the past few years her income dwindling and business for
her has gone down
And she must compete with younger women and there's many all
over town
She once had ten or more clients a night and now she's lucky
to have five
And as she age life so much harder and so much harder to
survive.

Those who feel they have right to judge her say her soul is
bound for hell
But how others feel about her does not seem to bother Nell
They don't pay rent to her land lord don't help her in any
way
When she needed love and support, she will tell you where
were they?.

Where were they when she was homeless like a lost dog of the
street
Rummaging through bins of rubbish in search of something to
eat
Half eaten sandwiches and over ripe fruits, she lived out of
rubbish bin
And where were they who now condemn her who see her as one
of sin.

At thirteen she became homeless when her mum left her manic
dad
She was better off a street kid home for her was worse than
bad
She still has nightmares of her hard days all those lonely
years ago
And if she tell you life's not easy she is one who ought to
know.

Those who think that they have right to judge her say her
soul is bound for hell
But how others feel about her never seem to bother Nell
When the land lord ask her for rent her critics don't help
her pay
And when she needed love and support they were missing,
where were they?.


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