My Mom's writing |
| If I were God, I would not stay away from earth,<BR> But come down here where all is dirt,<BR> Where rich and poor are not the same<BR> Where money gathers all the fame.<BR> <P> I'd visit the fair and then the slums,<BR> And then to the park and watch the bums,<BR> I'd see the children pale and wan,<BR> From lack of fresh air and the sun.<BR> <P> And then I'd visit Park Avenue,<BR> And find that there are beggars few,<BR> But look at jewels and ermine fine<BR> Where all the people have no time.<BR> <P> They rush to subways, trains and cars,<BR> Don't know there's a moon or even stars,<BR> Onc more I will tell you its the same,<BR> That money gathers all the fame.<BR> <P> If I were God and saw these things<BR> That poverty and money brings<BR> I'd bow my head into my hands,<BR> And sorrowfully admit I made this land.<BR> Then change it all, with a Master's Hand. Circa 1941-1942 |