After Thought
Reading edition
MARK TURBYFILL
Sometimes you smile (Now that it is all over) And drop me little, thin, gray words, Like the coins we give to the blind. Oh I am not blind! And they are grayer to me than your “Do not come any more.” I dare not think that you care How I cared then, Or now! And yet you smile, And drop me your little words While I Hold out my hand!