Homeless person
Neglected son
We’re right to be mean
Meaningful sex
Inside
Our callow youth
A vacant child
A duty fulfilled.
If there was a dime for every homeless person
If there was time for every neglected son
If we could be kind when we’re right to be mean
Love would mean more than meaningful sex
It we could all find the altruist inside
If we could leave behind our callow youth
If we could all bond with the eyes of a vacant child
Life would mean more than a duty fulfilled.