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