Old AgeStill as the dusk of a summer's day, With no one to listen and little to say Sits she alone. Black is the cloth of the dress that she wears; Like the old clock at the foot of the stairs Finds she in life neither pleasures nor cares, Just monotone. __Kenneth Cornell |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 32
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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