Show Sitting on the Doorstep By Bv WILLIAM F KIRK I on the doorstep I am waiting for the morning S Sitting on the doorstep while the sleet is driving p Fast st Thousands laugh their way along my m y ragged presence scorning Thousands who are armored the strong December blast I could find a dismal shelter where w ere the dock sheds stand together 1 Or a shelter more enduring where the river currents play I But I cannot leave the glamour and the clamor I Of the dreaming scheming beaming GREAT WHITE WElTE WHITEWAY WAY VAY S I on the a trick Ive not forgotten Babies sit on an doorsteps if the memory does not lie lic Pictures flit I t before me of my mother standing oer me Pi of a aI f n a cottage cottage and a blue Wisconsin sky th the glories I can the twilight falling faIling I c can n smell mo morning ruing see T I stop cnn breathe age gain tin the incense of the early pearly years r I 0 t aide in guise uis a D Death ath is crawling crawling crawl crawling ng I But I guard against his though my mJ eyes wIth tears t I ISi IT on the doorstep I am waiting for the summons SITTING S Si Sitting ting on the the night time never cease I Derelicts are many not I as well as any Vainly hal I battled an and I 1 hunger now for peace I have hae drained the sparkling s flagon I have known the love of wom woman n And nd the price of all my follies I am eager no now to pay So o with aU all my m Y lift life behind me mc in in the morning they will find me meOn On the dreaming scheming beaming gleaming GREAT WHITE WHITEWAY TE WAY Y |