Thirty Years Later
He enjoyed his drinking and wasn't much on an honest pay
And so slowly he started sinking as he went along this way
Being quick with his hands he began lifting peoples wallets
When in jail he soon lands as karma sooner or later besets
Then once he got out it was the drink he went straight for
He was fighting a real bout as he wasn't like he was before
He now slept out on the streets panhandling just to survive
Asking whoever he meets to enable him in just staying alive
And there he sat so drunk as the late autumn sun had set
Then came this punk saying "you loser that's what you get"
Jump in the river he suggested as he even offered to drive
And no one even protested not even caring if he was alive
Maybe this he should just do, in being in such a fragile state
What he said must be true there is no reason for me to wait
And so he slowly began to walk headed to the rivers edge
As to himself he did talk but he was not about to hedge
This night so drunk was he that he was barely stumbling along
When a young gentleman would see in knowing that this was wrong
He used a little of his charm and walked him toward the mission door
Putting the man under his arm he knew that there was only one cure
He was laid into a warm bed while he was just mumbling away
Not knowing what he had said in soon passing out where he lay
Yet that morning when he woke that sun shuttering in his eyes
They heard every word he had spoke and each one of his cries
Thirty years later it happened again a knock on that same door
For there have been many men and there will be so many more
Know who answered the door this time, that bum from 30 years ago
Yep he found the cure as that night it was Jesus he came to know
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2014
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