Remembrance

Remembrance

Now
And
Then,
I never
Know
When,
I think
Of
Martha,
A
School
Friend.
Her
Mama
Was
A
Drunk,
And
Her
Father
A
Skunk
Of
The
First
Water,
And
Neither
Considered
The
Effect
On
Their
Daughter.
What
Do
I recall?
Hardly
Anything
At
All.
Martha
Was
Left
Handed
And
With
A
Delicate
Frown,
Wrote
Backward
With
Her
Hand
Upside
Down.
She
Had
Lovers,
Which
At
That
Time,
Was
Considered
A
Heinous
Crime.
To
My
Surprise,
She
Married
One
Of
These
Guys.
Later,
I learned
The
Poor
Goof
Went
Up
On
The
Roof
To 
Fix
The
TV
Dish,
Was
Electrocuted
And
Fell,
Dead
As
Tinned
Fish.
Martha
Got
A
Job
Modelling
Clothes
At
A
Department
Store,
And
I heard
No 
More,
But 
Often
I think 
Of
The
Girl,
And
Wish 
Her
Well.
Martha,
Honey, 
Wherever
You 
Dwell,
Give
‘Em
Hell.