Cross Roads

TO A PAIR OF GLOVES

     Jus' a little pair o' gloves,
        Sorter thin an' worn;
     With th' fingers neatly darned,
        Like they had been torn.
     Jus' a little pair o' gloves,
        Not s' much ter see....
     Not a soul on earth can guess
        What they mean ter me!

     Jus' a little pair o' gloves,
        Sorter tossed aside;
     Limp an' quiet, folded up,
        Like their soul had died.
     Every finger seems ter look
        Lonely, an' my hand
     Trembles as it touches them—
        Who can understand?

     Jus' a little pair o' gloves,
        Ah, she tossed 'em there....
     Singin'-like, she turned ter go,
        Didn't have a care!
     Kissin' them? A prayer, a tear?
        God, my head WILL bow—
     Jus' a little pair o' gloves,
       .... Empty, now!