She needed the money or so she thought
Her last job had ended without warning
For several months she had walked the streets
In desperation taking a job that lasted until morning
It wasn’t so bad she had to believe
She had to pay her rent the next day
Though she would have chosen differently
Unfortunately there was just no other way
So stoic with pride she couldn’t ask for help
Her parents had raised her to be on her own
She tried to make the best of it all
It is really hard to survive when all alone
Wiping a tear from her eye she did frown
Her hand taking the cash from the stand
She couldn’t believe what she gave away so freely
Could now be worth five grand
A lesson learned but maybe not
A search for a career put on hold
Desperation affects the morals of us all
Sometimes turning virtues into gold
