THE BALLAD OF THE OLD MAN

“Hey kids, get off my lawn.”

The little old man said

“Kids, they have no respect,

The lonely man

he sits and wonders

where all his friends went.

He sits at the table

ledger in hand

and sees all the money

Three square and a call,

Then where were you?

Lonesome and all;

All by alone, I mean all alone.

Cold window panes,

Aimed

"A Lonely Man"

All day long

He circles the parking lots

Picking up anything he can find

Anything sellable

His headphones

He felt the soft sunlight fall across his shoulders like a warm blanket,
He heard the tinkling of the brook like the laughter