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Show ! THE EMPTY COAT t i 'Taint no use a-hangln' there i On its peg no more; Sleeves a-showin' too much wear. .Pockets badly torn-IProb'ly torn-IProb'ly when the war is done It'll be loo small. Guess he'll havo another one If he comes at all. But it's sacred in our eyes; Somcthin' like a prayer; Now it looks so 'lonesome-wise Jest a-hangin' there. Seems liks yeste'day I stood, Watched him 'bout his chores; Bringln' in the kitchen wood, Stompin' 'cross the floors. Laughed to see him snoopin' 'round, Like he used to snoop. Whistlin' happy when he found Ma was makin' soup, i Now that he ain't here no more Ma and me jest glance Up at that old coat he wore ' Fore ho went to France. Nights, when all the doors is shet, 'Fore I go upstairs, Touch Its sleeve an' find it wet Ma's been cryln' there. Somethin' smartln' my eyes, too, Have to wink 'em tight, When I whisper, "Proud of you! Good night, lad; good night!" Lon Brier. |