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.