by: {Name (First):1.3} {Name (Last):1.6}
Old blues …
“I never asked what was her name
Or what had caused her pain
I sat a little near her on the sand
And sang some old blues songs
An hour passed, she in silence rose
She walked east; I walked west
Ne’er thought to see her again
But when I stopped to look behind
She was offering her hand to mine.”
Michael