Poor Eyesight

Some folks think writin' poetry's
A silly thing tuh do.
They don't have the time fur sech as that
Is what they say tuh you.

But, they take in all club affairs,
They join the bingo craze,
Or playin' cards and cocktailin'
Is takin' up their days.

They don't care 'bout the violets
Or songs the birdies sing.
The reason is--they look, but never
Really see the spring.


By Treva E. Stokes  (1912-1980)