The woman was old and ragged,and gray
And bent with the chill of the winter's day...
The street was wet with a recent snow,
and the woman's feet were aged and slow.....
She stood at the crossing and waited long....
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng,
Of human beings who passed her by
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eyes....
Down the street, with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of school let out...
Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep,
past the woman so old and gray....
Hastened the children on their way
Nor offering a helping hand to her
So meek, so timid, afraid to stir
Lest the carriage wheels or the horses,
feet, Should crowd her down in the,
At last came one of the merry troop,
The gayest laddie of all the group.
He paused beside her and whispered low,
I'll help you cross, if you wish to go".
Her aged hand on his strong young,
arm She placed and so without,
hurt or harm he guided the trembling
Proud that his own were firm and strong
Than back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content....
"She's somebody's mother,
boys you know For all she's aged and poor and slow
And I hope some fellow will lend a,
hand To help my mother,
If ever she's poor and old and gray,
When her own children is far away
of just don't have the time to care"
And "somebody's mother bowed her,
head in her home that night and
the prayer she said was,
God be kind to that noble boy,
Who is somebody's son, and pride and joy"...
Be kind, respect the older
people cause they're somebody
mother, somebody father, somebody
sister or brother and for those
who're bless to still have a mother
and/or a father spend time with
them cause they took care of you
when you couldn't take care of yourself.
Have a nice day