In the quiet alleyway in the dim moonlight <br />Some mother's young daughter she died over-night <br />From a drug overdose friendless and alone <br />Found in a disused factory doorway cold and lifeless as a stone. <br /> <br />She was only nineteen so young for one to die <br />When the cold winds of Winter blew across the darkened sky <br />With hardly any shelter to shield her from the cold <br />Some are born to die young some die gray and old. <br /> <br />Some broken hearted mother is in tears today <br />For her beautiful daughter who died in such a tragic way <br />The baby she gave birth to who suckled from her breast <br />'Tis not her fault she died in this way for her she did her best. <br /> <br />Some mother's young daughter in a morgue today <br />In a disused factory doorway she died where she lay <br />Life for her may have been different had she not kept bad company <br />But easily said on hindsight how things might have been for such as she. <br /> <br />Some mother's young daughter is beyond all care <br />With the gleam of youth still in her golden hair <br />In a dimly lit alleyway in the cold night air <br />She did not return from the brink of despair.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-mother-s-young-daughter/
