We meet at the rest
	By the side of the sea
And old or new friend
	Whichever they be
We visit and laugh
	Tell a story of two
And shuffle the cards
	Just as old comrades do
It’s pathetic to see them
	So crippled and old
But their salt of the earth
	Their hearts are pure gold
Their faces just shine
	When we sit down to play
And visit and joke
	In an old fashioned way
They’re the finest old folks
	In this city of wealth
They have come to our town
	To find pleasure and health
So let’s stop for an hour
	With a word of good cheer
And tell them we’re happy
	To welcome them here

Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
March 21, 1929

Copyright Roy Richard