Lady

Lady A Poem by debileah

Lady, where's the little girl, you use to be?

Crying at your mama's knee.

 

Where is she gone?

Have you seen her?

 

Where is she going to?

Where is she coming from?

 

You know she never even made the senior prom.

Been traveling down this road too long.

 

Lady, where's the little girl, you use to be?

Crying at your mama's knee?