Show I JUST FOLKS I By EDGAR A. A GUEST THE WANDERER She still stUl remembers that ho Imo smiled And seemed f eo so Q happy a as a child She still recalls his curly hair Ills His footfalls sounding on the stair And how she Bho thou thought ht the while he lie dreamed How wonderful h her r baby s seemed med Men Ien sneer at nt him and think him base Who 8 see 0 the harsh lines In his face By him at various Um times s betrayed Friends send him on refusing aid But she however oft she weeps Enduring faith alth In him still keeps Others who meet him se see fieo no more moro Than what wha t he seems Th The years before Lie burl burled buried d In the dust and grime Which mako the tho rubbish heap of ot time time- But she remembers rs ns RS a u child He lie looked Into her eyes and smiled What matters If It tho the charm bo be gone lie He once was fair to look upon Strangers JI lose SO hope and toss aside aIdo The Tho stuff which falls fails when once tried But BUl faithful still the mother stays Remembering his happier days das L Copyright 1930 Edg Edgar A A. A |