Drops of Dew
At the last of an evening
When the stars are up and the moon looks down
jagged terraces of homes, earth's dark crown
And the windows wink at me as I pass
Inside, the lamps stricken to life again
With the old cold breeze in my hair alive
on that dark dank road, I see your face my life
you, for who I strive.
Oh! look on the stairs there's a shout and a play
pinnikins and muffins, all toddlers gay
in pretty old clothes all worn out sweet
on all fours they run for the ball
And after the ball you come running down
so happy a smile looks at me, O' life
and it's you for who I strive.
Somewhere up there, in a balcony old
a boy sits studying with a mother to hold
reciting after, a lesson half learned
in the stolid lone lamp mumbling away
years ago, you too taught me a lesson
pushing and schooling and I holding on tight
to you for who I strive.
I've moved on to roads more feet have seen
better lit and kept but half so keen
And I keen to the fact that I left you behind
behind in a rush my life
But stand I up, and move on bold
I'll go back someday to that one road
for you, for who I strive.