Distractedly, I scarce knew where to put my head
For comfort. And to hide the pain, I laughed, perhaps
Too loud. No doubt too glibly foolish things I said.
But this year all is smooth. My path lies straight ahead.
Well-lighted. When I turn, I know just where I'll go.
And now I oft invent a phrase to make you think my
Contains a little bit of interesting woe.
__Margaret E. Haughawout.
Margaret E. Haughawout
(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)