Street Life Survivor

Ron Flatow
A corner lamp post is home

a fiery steel drum keeps 'em warm

eyes that never say goodnight

cigarettes that hold 'em tight

up the nose in the arm down the hatch

drugs and alcohol just don't match

everyone's looking to be free

feel'n cool such a fool

in there eyes the silence cries

all these people walking the streets

so many distorted visions

the cry of help just echo's on

so many say escape is impossible

a no way out street situation

mis-guided and misinformed

street life survivor

all the vibes are right

her fish net stockings look outa' sight

the grin of your appetite

life and death penetrate the night

teen-age runaway and so afraid

used and abused pregnant or confused

the list goes on 'n on

on the streets trust is rare when your the shadows prayer

Published by Ron Flatow

Ron is a published freelance writer and lyricist in magazines and small press. He collaborates with musicians, keyboardists and composers. Has received several poetry awards and has completed a lyrical poetr...  View profile

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