Her Miracle
One small room over the bar, and grill,
is where she calls home, with hardly any frills.
Sleeping all day, her rest is a must,
working at night, a seducer of lust.
Skin tight pants, and those darling high heels,
her world begins at midnight, until.
Long blonde wig covering her radiant red hair,
always capturing the opposite stare.
Nineteen came a long time ago,
now the years are beginning to show.
A marriage back then that failed so fast,
thankful no children were conceived from her past.
Afraid to go home, an out cast by now,
looks of disapproval followed by frowns.
Then a strange man came to call,
slightly older, beginning to bald.
A familiar look, she saw in his eyes,
then the tears came falling, as she began to cry.
Where have you been, and why did you leave,
he wrapped his arms around her, and said, I'm free.
I didn't want to hurt you, any more than I had,
my life was so messed up, and you were so sad.
I joined the service, and have been far away,
but now I'm back, with the money I've saved.
Please forgive me, for doing you wrong,
I was so young, and now I have grown.
I put you through hell, I know I have,
it took me so long, to realize what life is about.
Discipline I learned, and how to say no,
twenty years of regret, I want you to know.
Come with me today, I still love you so,
our past is something, only we will know.
A new life somewhere, far from this place,
let me take care of you, for the rest of our days.
Made up poem...
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