My Mom's writing |
T'is dark dark outside and the snow falls swift, While the vehicles ramble by And I alone and sad here sit, And watch the world go by. I see the crowd go to and fro, I hear the children shout, While I alone sit here as though, I wish I were without. But yet to me this scene so near, Bring's happiness and joy, I sit and think of friends so dear, That no one can destroy. Dedicated To Pike Street And All Her Residents. Circa 1941-1942 |