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THE DRUNK
He sat there in the silence
on a sidewalk in the darkness
and he chewed on a half smoked cigarette
his heart was full of sorrow
and his pocket all were empty
and his soul was full of cold regret
His hat was old and tattered
and his black coat was all ragged
and the bottle, now empty lay at his side
he had three days growth of whiskers
and his hair was long and shaggy
and the lonely just got worse
and then he cried
Oh he sat there growing colder
for the North wind blew much bolder
and he knew that he really didn't care
he had lost his will for living
for he'd been so unforgiving
and now no one who gave a damn was there
He had lost his own true darling
for in a rage of drunken temper
he had murdered her one night
there in cold blood
then he had left his home at midnight
and had disappeared forever
and he wouldn't go back now
even if he could
and as he sat alone just crying
he wished that he was dying
for alone in this world
he'd always been
and even with a thousand people
he had always been a loner
and now he sat there in the night
without a friend
Somewhere a lone siren was moaning in
the cold grey mist of morning
as the tears rolled down his ragged face
his bleary eyes were dim now
and he shivered with his hurting
as he trudged back to his cardboard box, his place
some one found him there late that evening
stiff and cold now in death now sleeping
just another homeless wino there on the street
so they took him to the grave yard
marked John Doe upon his coffin
and they left him there
their job was now complete
but somewhere a Mom was weeping
for a dear son, who'd left so long ago
and she prayed for God to keep hm
and once again just see him
but there were many things she didn't know
for in a far and dstant city
his troubles all were over
and he lay in a black box
long and thin
