Once there was a smiling girl

Whose dizzy life passed in a whirl

Her sinless days were spent in joy

No time for love with man or boy.

In a whore-filled den devoid of hope,

With Weed and White and Crack and Dope,

She pushed a needle in a vein.

No one spoke her name again.

Those smug-faced crowds who filter by

The streetwise ghosts with deadened eye,

Are blessed, for they will never know

The haunts where youth and innocence go.