<p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The rag nan comes down our street,</p> <p>he blows a trumpet, no notes just a bleep.</p> <p>woollens and rags he cry;s&nbsp;</p> <p>from his lorry as he passes by.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Auntie Roses dress looks neat ,&nbsp;</p> <p>when playing housewives in the street,</p> <p>but I think its seen its day,</p> <p>so to the rag man I will give it away.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Auntie Rose;s looking out the window</p> <p>Oh' she;s kicking up shindy&nbsp;</p> <p>I think I better run so far</p> <p>so I can eat my candy bar.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p>

<p>A &nbsp;MOTHERS &nbsp;ANGUISH</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>She lies in a hospital bed.,</p> <p>her eyes swollen and red,she weeps.</p> <p>Her mind; in a turmoil and despair,</p> <p>and she knows she is going no where.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>babies in a bedroom sleep.</p> <p>strength up she knows she cannot keep.</p> <p>and her mind is full of memories deep.</p> <p>to where her babies in the future will sleep.</p> <p>when the light goes out and still she sleeps.</p>