Rubenstein Remembers

There's an old man in the park

Sometimes sits till after dark

Old men often don't say much

Rubenstein is just one such

But if you sit with him a while

He will talk and sometimes smile

Rubenstein remembers

Long ago Septembers, long ago

He was born in Germany

Poor but loving family

Jewish tailors don't get rich

But they sew a close, close stitch

Married 1929

Wife, two children doing fine

Until 1939

Took them down that railroad line

Rubenstein remembers

But he will not say

What he did or where he was

All those years he went away

Rubenstein remembers

But his voice is still

He pulls his coat around him

As he feels a sudden chill

And he walks away