Just Trying To Pass Away The Time
On a Loney Sunday we walked the streets
and of all kind of faces we often did meet,
We saw some faces gay and wearing a smile
It made us happy for a while.
We finally got tired downhearted and blue
Of town Etta and I went through.
We walked over to the grave yard,
And when we reached there we were tired.
We walked from tomb to tomb,
And it carried our minds to the days of doom.
I plucked a flower of panzy blue.
I also gave Etta one too.
Then we started back up to town,
I noticed a loving tomb and I sat down.
Oh! how it stired my heart to see,
An angel looking straight at me.
I thought of Dady in Heaven so high,
and then I begin to cry.
Etta noticed something was wrong,
She pleaded for us to go, but I sat on.
I prayed to God in a silent prayer,
That I someday might enter there.
How can we live on earth in a way?
that we will not meet up in Heaven someday.
We walked back all over town,
but my lonely heart was grave yard bound.
I thought of all the versus that would rime
just trying to pass away the time.
Geneva E. Ryals
©January 14, 1936
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