Broadway Babies
Life at home was hard
Broadway Babies
Hard as it comes
He came often
Barely twelve or thirteen
Out on the streets to seek fortunes
Knowing you had learned
An invaluable trade at home
You earn your livings daily
On your backs, on your knees
A parade of faceless, slobbering men, pay well
You with nothing but spare change left to show
Yes life at home was hard Broadway Babies
The sharpened tip of what was out there
Yet to come
Life on the streets
Momentarily lost Broadway Babies—
To families who taught you well
Their loss is great
While you pay with your souls
Copyright 1998 Cynthia L. Bryant
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