Show A plea to the speeders by douglas malloch H H H 1 M I 1 1 M HII I 1 WISH you folks who drive your cars along our streets in such a hurry you great big men with black cigars would know how mothers have to worry and useless youths abroad each day and idle women out to play I 1 wish you knew the fright the fear in matheis mo theis hearts when you come near and yet I 1 would not have you know I 1 do not wish you pain and sorrow although today if you drive slow you may not die so fast tomorrow or need remember when you die A mothers scream a babas cry because you bad a heart of stone and thought about yourself alone before you dig a babas grave and break the heart of some poor mother for just a little hour to save this way to only waste some other perhaps some goodness in you still will stay your hand I 1 pray it will before some guilt you must endure regret remorse will never cure 0 1930 |