The Old Road to Paradise/One Worse Thing
ONE WORSE THING
Last Spring I walked these ways, and a sharp grief walked with me, For you had broken my heart with a light kiss, carelessly, And I was young and was new to grief, and could think of no worse thing Than to walk abroad with a hurting heart and be hopeless in the Spring.
But I am older now, and have lived with grief awhile, And there's one worse thing than a hurting heart that you have to hide and smile, For I who know what a hurt heart is, and the thing that grief can be, I—I have broken a heart with a light kiss, carelessly!