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Show THE LEGION OF THE LOST They come from every walk in life, they go, no man knows where, Yet each one had a mother once and knew a mother's care. Scarce shadows of their former selves they tread the downward trail... Some murmuring a silent prayer, yet others, with a wail. Something had happened in their lives to set their souls adrift. As the sun goes down upon the land beyond yon' distant cliff- Be careful with your words and smiles for this I know, and well: Than all the vices in this world, love sends more souls to hell... It may be a sweetheart proved untrue. Or a mother's love for a child; A husband's love for a sinful wife-disappointed, love goes wild. Be not too hard on the bum you meet you do not know his story. And often times that bow of red should be a crown of glory. For each woman of the underworld some man is most to blame. And every square man in this world should share that woman's shame. Have pity and kindness in his heart for a child without a name... In mind a care and keep it there lest he should do the same. A man and wife sometimes in this life start drifting and drifting apart. One hits on a trail that leads without fail to the land of a broken heart. 48 Cowboy Poetry From Utah |