Each big town has its one way street, <br /> where life seems to flow to an ebb. <br /> A street where danger and pleasure meet, <br /> and its victims are caught in a web. <br /> Myriads of people who drifted there <br /> in youth came seeking fortune and fame. <br /> Remained to become too old to care; <br /> Now they're just pawns in the game. <br /> Bright lights and music lure you there. <br /> The drugs and wine make you stay. <br /> Dreams you once cherished die of despair, <br /> while life, like the night, slips away. <br /> The "lords" of the street paint everything nice, <br /> but they demand a huge toll. <br /> When you are commanded to pay the price, <br /> you pay with your body and soul. <br /> For many who have come in years gone by, <br /> the street is their only bed. <br /> The price they have paid is much too high <br /> for home with the living dead.<br /><br />Henry Botts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-street-of-no-return/
