A Gardeners Tale

Off and on for twenty years he had lived on the streets Oh how history repeats over and over again Turning once proud women and men into a shadow of them self Slowly destroying their health each time they enter that den So on and on this destruction had went As further and further he had drifted away Such a dark and lonely way and causing such suffering and pain As his final days seemingly wane with each passing day But I seen him standing right over there On the steps of old Saint Mary's Chapel Talking to Father Shappell with a broom in his hand From what I understand he's done with the streets as he would tell I never see any trash around the chapel anymore And the gardens look better than they ever did before Seems this man knocked on God's door and the Lord had him stay Isn't that just Gods Way one which so many others simply ignore