Girls that we do not discuss

One day at the hotel 224,
a beautiful girl crossed
the street to talk to me
and her words “how’s it”
still stays with me.

You can find girls on street corners
and you can find girls
who stay away from the streets,
and live in palaces
and act without any concern
to morality

When I see a beautiful woman
driving past in a slk,
I wonder from where
her money comes.

a Young girl
that sits in a buss shed
in Wessels Street
and enjoys an ice-cream
and throws an inviting look
still watches me.

When you are newly divorced
and get better treatment
from a girl of passions
than from a head doctor
you are surely
not free from sin and remorse.

Still I know that these girls
are humans, like any other person
and at times go to church
and sometimes pray for themselves
and they also have feelings
of pain and are glad at times
and live secret lives.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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