The Other Side of the Wall
The other side of the wall
Daddy Goeth was a good man.
Never brought his work home.
Gave us hugs and kisses
when we did as we were told.
Gave Mama a present, a lampshade.
I remember the numbers, the numbers,
they made a pretty pattern on the wall.
Apple wood had a pleasant smell
as it burnt in the hearth.
White smoke, black smoke,
what shade on the other side?
Too many ledgers, too many lists.
Too many doing as they are told.
(I never knew Daddy)