The Old Man And Us
I saw an old man by the rubbish
He was rummaging around within,
Looking for food or anything
To help him survive each day.
It was so sad to see him in despair,
Living a life neither here nor there,
Looking for hope he knew not where,
So what sins had he to pay?
And I thought of the rest of us around,
With our comfy lives safe and
Are we just to good fortune
Or did our stars have a say?