Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
She’s a Dear Old Thing
She’s a dear old thing
A widow-woman, aged, gentle, and frail
She bats her china-doll blue eyes in helplessness
And others, in pity, see to her needs
Her subtle whispers slice a marriage apart
She’s a dear old thing
The sympathetic mechanic tends her car for nothing
The minister’s family has her over for dinner
The neighbor mows her lawn at least once a week
Her subtle whispers get a young man fired
She’s a dear old thing
The local physician is easy on her bill
The highway patrol lets her off with a caution
Friends drive her to her Sunday school class
Her subtle whispers send a young woman to suicide
She’s a dear old thing
Beware, beware the subtle serpent’s sting
The taut rope’s swing, the pale night-walker’s cling
And her, because
She’s a dear old thing
