The Crowded Pavement
In this hurried, crowded, chaotic world
Many broken and lonely people are hurled
Silent thoughts invade their mind
Loveless, Unwanted they trail behind.
Can you hear the silence in this crowded place,
Do you even slow down, to look at his face.
Stop a little, lessen your haste,
He is solely dependent on our bit of waste
Don’t be a coward arrest your hesitation
He has no where to go this is his destination.
Reach in your pockets, take out some dime
He has nothing of Value just loads of spare time.
I used to be a businessman, worked in a skyscraper.
Here is my bed, cardboard and newspaper
I once was proud, clean and rich
But then life left me broken the heartless
She wiped out my children, my wife
I just gave up living wanting no life
So here I sit in tatters on this crowded street
Surrounded by silence, begging for a bite to eat.
Can You hear the silence of his broken heart?
or is it easier judging him, taking him apart?
Why does he drink, not find a job
he is useless ain’t he? Just an old yob...
Drink keeps him warm, and dulls his senses
He has built many walls and put up his fences.
On this crowded London pavement this chilly night
A complete stranger, broke silence and shared his plight.
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