adventures in dysthymia

Friday, January 30, 2009

AS promised:

HOMELESS MAN BLUES

Got no job, got no place to live
I've got no job, got no place to live
One of these days I'll have no more to give

All alone and out on the street
I'm all alone and out on the street
Get no directions from those I meet

Don't have a roof to cover my head
I don't have a roof to cover my head
Be out in the rain till the day I'm dead

Beggin' people for nickels and dimes
Down to beggin' people for nickels and dimes
No pride left since I fell on hard times

People say things will get better soon
Say things are gonna get better soon
But I haven't eaten since yesterday noon

Some say I gotta get down and pray
Tell me I need to get down and pray
But prayin' ain't filled my stomach today

Stephen Brooke ©1991 and 2009

Written way back in '91 (I was having some hard times of my own around then) though there has been some revision since. Certainly not as good as the one I just wrote (The North Wind Blues, previous post) but pretty similar in concept. More prosaic and not really all that interesting, I'd say.

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