Two who are Mostly Good.
Two who have lived their day,
But keep on putting on their clothes
And putting things away.
And remembering . . .
Remembering, with twinklings
and twinges,
As they lean over the beans
in their rented back room that
is full of beads and receipts and
dolls and cloths, tobacco crumbs,
vases and fringes.
Written by Gwendolyn Brooks (1917-2000)
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