They lived away down 'cross the railroad track And everybody said that they were scum. They had no "family tree" and there was lack, No doubt, of any "culture"; they had come From common stock and not the slightest doubt -- They owned a squeaky car, a radio Whose raucous din would fairly drown you out.... Two so-called joys most poverty would know. But I have seen them walking hand in hand Upon the street as if the world were theirs; I stopped one night for fruit at Louie's stand Across from them, I glanced in unawares And I could see two urchins at her knee Saying their prayers -- that's all that I could see. |