Show Just Folks By EDGAR A. A GUEST nAND HAND ORGAN DAYS DIUS Last night in my dreaming it seemed that I ran I Once more as a boy to the hand or or- 1 gait gau man 0 In his corduroy coat with a handkerchief handkerchief hand hand- kerchief red And a hat with a feather on top of his head bead He swung into view at the end of the street Where he started to grind out a melody sweet The winter had vanished The tulips once more Red Bed and white were in bloom in a arow arow arow row at the door But something still sUll stranger had happened to me Id I'd become the blithe boy that I once used to be I was back on the street where my r childhood began besan All e eyes cs and all cars ears for the hand handorgan handorgan organ man i Id I'd emerged from the weight of the years ears and their care The glad group of playmates long lost were all there We re danced and we sang to the tunes that he played And a circle unbroken by sorrow we made S q Enraptured we followed him far fardown down own the road j jAnd And we helped him to pick up the i pennies bestowed j It was only a dream Was it long w was s it brief bricf r While ThUe it lasted forgotten were heartache and grief And what if it I woke to lifes life's burden j of ol pain I had lived for a while as a youngster young ster again Id I'd reclaimed the lost joys jOs which were mine when I 1 ran To dance down the street with the hand organ orsan man Copyright 1935 Edgar A. A Guest |