My Classmates From School Ten

Alberta Conway is dead My first girl friend At the age of two We held hands In Washington Park- Francis Malise is dead With black pigtails Always the nicest girl To everyone in our class- Rudolph Stinney is dead The Preacher's son Cocoa colored tall with the angel's voice- My classmates from School Ten, We grew up for a while together Now they are in the ground And I am still here More than sixty years later- It's been a long journey- I see them in my mind now Exactly as they were then - Oh God what becomes of all of us Oh God for these children, No longer here.