Show I FOLKS s By EDGAR A. A GUEST f I Copyright 1931 by Edgar A A. Guest t I WOMANS WOMAN'S WAY She told her sorry talc to mc me There v. v was as a a. welt across her face Which time perhaps would soon crass crane But deeper printed 1 I could see seeA seeA A script upon he her features gray The years would never wash away auay Neglect and cruelty and scorn Had aged her in a a. few brief brie years Her cheeks had known a flood lood of tears And there were cre channels deeply worn Through which the streams of grief still ran The bitter chiseling of a man Plead with him to return she cried And be the man he used med to be Find him him and bring him back to me mci I heard her tale and looked aside And wondered that she could forget And love and hope t to save him yet ct 0 0 |