Somebody's Mother

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                                                  The Woman was old and ragged and gray

                                                  And bent with the chill of the Winter's day.

                                                  The street was wet with a recent snow

                                                  And the woman's feet were aged and slow.

                                                  She stood at the crossing and waited long,

                                                  Alone, uncared for, amid the throng

                                                  Of human beings who passed her by

                                                  Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eyes.

                                                  Down the street, with laughter and shout, 

                                                  Glad in the freedom of 'school let out',

                                                  Came the boys like a flock of sheep,

                                                  Hailing the snow piled white and deep.

                                                  Past the woman so old and gray

                                                  Hastened the children on their way.

                                                  Nor offered a helping hand to her--

                                                  So meek, so timid, afraid to stir

                                                  Lest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet 

                                                  Should crowd her down in the slippery street.

                                                  At last came one of the merry troop,

                                                  The gayest laddie of all the group',

                                                  He paused beside her and whispered low,

                                                  'I'll help you cross, if you wish to go'.

                                         

                                                  Her aged hand on his strong young arm

                                                  She placed, and so, without hurt or harm,

                                                  He guided the trembling feet along,

                                                  Proud that his own were firm and strong.