He wonders where the time has gone
and where he left his youth?
And every night when day is done
his age reveals its truth,
to a shard of mirror, broken
where a piece of him is seen,
but no words are ever spoken
to tell where youth has been.
And he peers into the shadows,
hoping someone's there,
or is looking from a window,
someone that just might care...
His name was Jim
All were gathered 'round the fire when someone asked: "Where's Jim?
It's cold as hell out here and could someone look for him?"
Ragged Sally volunteered and Uncle Buck did too.
Together they would look for Jim down Second avenue.
Up and down and round and round but Jim was nowhere seen.
For supper he was always game and late he'd never been.
A cold wind blew as snowflakes fell upon the icy street.
Just one more round they'd make before they would concede defeat.
Sally thought she'd heard a cry, or was it just the wind?
Buck thought best to head on back, next morning try again.
As they passed the little bridge 'bove Second avenue,
Buck saw something moving on the pavement down below.
There lay Jim in his crumpled vest, his eyes toward the sky.
They rushed to him but 'twas too late, they both began to cry.
He never mentioned family or gave out his last name.
To think he'd died without their love was truly quite a shame.
The paper said a homeless man was found under a bridge.
The paper le
Couldn't pay the rent, could you Mary?
Back out on the street, dearest Mary.
Winter's in the air/once a girl with pretty hair,
and the days are shorter now, my sweet Mary.
Where will you go, Mary Rogers?
Parks can be so cold, Mary Rogers.
Out into the night/shadows everywhere a fright,
(Tell me) where will you go, Mary Rogers?
Store clerk turned her head, will you Mary?
Run fast as you can, dearest Mary.
Cops are on the way/daddy's calling you to play,
and the knife you dropped they found, my sweet Mary.
What will you do, Mary Rogers?
Jail can be so cold, Mary Rogers.
Throw away the key/pray to God on bended knee,
(Tell me) what will you do Mary Rogers?
Stranger took you in, did he Mary?
Promised you the moon, dearest Mary.
Black eyes gave away/what an awful price to pay,
and nobody gave a damn, my sweet Mary.
When will it end, Mary Rogers?
Men can be so cold, Mary Rogers.
Needles always lie/mommy's back home baking pie,
(Tell me) when will it end, Mary Rogers
Living in the Now
My past is full of misery, my future's looking grim.
My brother died in infancy, we're all still missing him.
Father suffers terribly and hasn't worked in years.
Mother spends her days at toil, her nighttimes filled with tears.
My life is harsh, I spend long days here begging for my bread.
I must admit that there are times I wish that I was dead.
No one seems to care for me despite my friendly smile.
Guess I'll take a little break and sit here for a while.
As I rest I watch the people walking down the street.
Some of them have fancy clothes and shoes upon their feet.
I wish that I could be like them and have a happy life.
Get a job and brand new car and find a pretty wife.
Time is up, forget my dream, it's time to earn my keep.
There is no food for lazy ones, I must now sow to reap.
"Excuse me miss, have you some change to help this hungry child?"
Her hateful glare reminds me that I am a thing reviled.