The Waif

She was walking the damp and cobbled streets

Like one with nowhere to go,

I saw her quivering, cold and shivering

Deep in a fall of snow,

I rarely talk to a stranger, but

She looked me straight in the eye,

And said, ‘Dear sir, could you help a girl,

I noticed you passing by.’

She took me out of my comfort zone,

She quite appealed to the eye,

I mumbled in an embarrassed tone,

I have been known to be shy.

‘I’ve not been warm for a week,’ she said,

‘And haven’t slept, and I’m tired,

I wonder if you could take me home

And let me sit by your fire?’

I didn’t want to be compromised,

I had a girl of my own,

But barely thinking, I said all right

And so she followed me home.

I built the fire with a log or two

Then she sat down by the grate,

And held her hands to the warming flames,

But the hour was getting late.

I wondered where she would sleep that night

With nowhere to go, she said,

Then like a fool, broke the golden rule

Said she could sleep in my bed.

‘I’ll stay out here on the couch, so you

Can catch right up on your sleep,’

If only I’d had a crystal ball

The future would make me weep.

She said that her name was Elspeth Jane,

Had run away from her home,

So stayed wherever there was no pain

From brutes, just bad to the bone.

She said she could tell a gentleman

And smiled, when looking at me,

I felt quite flattered, I must confess,

Not knowing what was to be.

I had a girl, and her name was Kate,

She’d be around in the morning,

I thought that the waif would be gone by then

But Kate showed as it was dawning.

‘Who is the girl, there in your bed?’

As Elspeth lay a-bed, stretching,

‘I thought I could trust you, now you’re dead,’

Then Elspeth said I was letching.

‘He picked me up for a bit of fun,

He didn’t mention a girlfriend,

He’s quite a lover, son of a gun,

You should hang on to your boyfriend.’

‘Why would you lie, you slept alone,’

I looked in horror at Elspeth,

The door then slammed, and Kate had flown,

While Elspeth asked about breakfast.

I should have kicked her out in the street,

I should have barred her forever,

But first I offered her toast to eat,

Then thought it was now or never.

She walked back in through the bedroom door

Her gown slipped down off her shoulder,

I knew that a starving man must eat,

And now, I’m wiser and bolder.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Awesome story. Loved reading it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Poor man had no chance.
'thealked back in through the bedroom door
Her gown slipped down off her shoulder,
I knew that a starving man must eat,
And now, I’m wiser and bolder"
The above lines are so good. Thank you David for sharing the amazing poetry. I liked this one.
Coyote

[Avinash]

Quite an eventful night there. You opened up to life I guess at last.

[Corset]

(tsk tsk)..but what a great poem!