The Lonely Man Watches

I sit in the window

Stare out to the street below

I’m old, tired and hungry

And I’ve no other place to go

I watch the busy people

Mary walks the dog outside

Mr. Hanson shares his dollars

Tipping cabbie one-four-nine

Daddy always told me

son what you don’t understand

There ain’t no equal justice

In this God forsaken land

The lessons of a life

Are not always readily heard

The misgivings of a parent

And the failures of being assured

The lonely man watches

As he hopes for a redemptive day

The people he once has trusted

Have all but gone away



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