Pop top rings and coffee cups Were dropped across the sound Of paper screams from campaign mails Discarded on the ground. A splash of spray paint lettering Spelled "Bobby Loves Marie" And left a message of its fate For passing friends to see.
And the children asked their elders Questions of their brothers Of things that seemed to matter Of things they had to know. Are these the gleanings, Forgotten in-betweenings, The measure of our meanings As we come and go?
Two girls passed the masterpiece And walked away enraged They guessed about the artist His parents and his age. A sailor and a merchant passed And argued as they walked Of rising unemployment And the hopelessness of talk.
And the children asked their elders Questions of their brothers Of things that seemed to matter Of things they had to know. Are these the gleanings, Forgotten in-betweenings, The measure of our meanings As we come and go?
The lady rolled her window up, The chauffeur changed her tire As Bobby sprayed her limousine For rich men to admire. Later in her drawing room, Her husband called her down. "A lady has no business in The ***** part of town."
And the children asked their elders Questions of their brothers Of things that seemed to matter Of things they had to know. Are these the gleanings, Forgotten in-betweenings, The measure of our meanings As we come and go?