Sara M. Hall
A brown hat made of velvet, and a green coat trimmed in fur,
"Second-handed" garments, that someone gave to her.
Every single Sunday with the same hat on her head,
Same coat on her shoulders,-- off to church she'd tread.
She never had to wonder-- "Whatever shall I wear?"
For her ever faithful outfit, was always hanging there!
She was so good at pretending, that, she really didn't care,
But I would look into her eyes-- and I could see despair.
I used to