Somerville lives are shrouded by curtains,
Live that are shrouded by curtains within.

Somerville houses are darkened and crowded,
Dark are the lives of the people within.

Somerville workers rise early in winter,
They trudge through the snow and in dark back again.

In Somerville life is dark and unyielding,
It moves like wind through endless refrain.

Somerville lives are lived without passion,
No smiles--only survival illuminates them.

In Somerville life moves without questions,
Lives hard, lives dark, only seasons begin.



All written material © Bill Schechter, 2016
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