Appreciation

GRAY SONGS

APPRECIATION

Oh gray-haired Cinderellas-you

Who wait for old dreams to come true;

Who gladly gave, made no demands,

Nor sought to stay the hovering hands

Of those who gleaned beyond their need

The grain for which you sowed the seed;

Who sit by lonely hearths, and cold

Save for the banked coals of the old,

Or drift like straying ships, alone,

Lulled by the songs the seas intone;

Who veil your forms in frail disguise

And watch with weary tender eyes

And hidden hope for love's release,

Your prince will come-the Prince of Peace!