Thought of Years

O give to me the thought of years,
That I might write it down.
And tell it to the world around,
When action was a clown.

When Audra had a boyfriend,
Who peddled many wares.
He came to call on Audra,
With a pair of prancing mares.

How Jim...he went a-fishing,
With the boys within his club.
And Jim...who was the fisherman,
Only caught a chub.

And Allie...pretty, pretty Allie,
Who sat for hours and wept.
For no one knew the matter,
Nor where Allie's heart was kept.

O let those thoughts of years...be told,
And the happenings of a town.
Lest they be not remembered,
My pen will write them down.

E.P. 1908 - 1989