Show FOLKS By EDGAR A. A GUEST J Copyright 1931 b by Edgar A. A Quest Guest J I THE TUE EMPTY PURSE Empty is the pocketbook Let us take another look What could that small wallet hold More than silver coins and gold Can it possibly be true That it held our courage too Was Wa all beauty carried there What about the friends who care Did that little leather case Hold each bright and smiling face tace That we loved t to look upon Can we say that all is gone Did it hold the morning sun And the silver brooks that run Laughing gaily Uy to the sea Were the blooms of plant and tre tree And the songs of summer bir birds And the neighbors neighbor's cheery words Held together by a strap And that little leather flap Was the childrens children's laughter glad Bought with dollars we have had That we fear t to carry on Just because the moneys money's gone Empty is 15 the pocketbook Let us take another look What That if fortune is no more All things else are as before Roses bloom and skies are blue And the good friends friends' howdy-do howdy Falls as sweetly on the ear After dusk the stars appear Rich or poor there still Is much Fair t to see and good to ro touch We Ve have treasures manifold no pocketbook hold |