Jus' a little pair o' gloves, <br />Sorter thin an' worn; <br />With th' fingers neatly darned, <br />Like they had been torn. <br />Jus' a little pair o' gloves, <br />Not s' much ter see. . . . <br />Not a soul on earth can guess <br />What they mean ter me! <br /> <br />Jus' a little pair o' gloves, <br />Sorter tossed aside; <br />Limp an' quiet, folded up, <br />Like their soul had died. <br />Every finger seems ter look <br />Lonely, an' my hand <br />Trembles as it touches them - <br />Who can understand? <br /> <br />Jus' a little pair o' gloves, <br />Ah, she tossed 'em there. . . . <br />Singin'-like, she turned ter go, <br />Didn't have a care! <br />Kissin' them? A prayer, a tear? <br />God, my head WILL bow - <br />Jus' a little pair o' gloves, <br />. . . . Empty, now!<br /><br />Margaret Elizabeth Sangster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-pair-of-gloves/
