The days rolled by. We often met in face
Upon the highway of our town;
I hoped to see him cast a smile on me,
But only reaped a scowling frown.
I clenched my fist, and silent passed him by
With words—perhaps revenge or spite;
But they breathed inspiration to my soul
To strive and set our scores aright.
With such thought buried in mine aching breast,
I labored ceaseless at my task;