Show Just Folks By Edgar A. A Guest AFTER THIRTY YEARS Still am I heedless of the garb I wear Still sun do I drop my papers on the floor And toss toss' my coat upon the bishops bishop's chair Which stands so reverently by bythe bythe bythe the door Still do I strew my garments round about For her to find and neatly put away t Still am I leaving bureau drawers drawn out As if to them Id I'd no time timeto to stay Still am I shouting down the stairs for for- aid To find the tl thing ing which in plain sight appears I show no sign of ot betterment rye Ive made For such devotion after atter thirty f years Still is she patient still she shakes her head And smiles at cares that should I be cause for tears You'd never guess so lightly time has sped She has put up with mo me for thirty years Copyright ht 1936 Edgar A. A Guest |