When you are laying, and screaming in your sleep
And moving your tears like pages from a book
With your wrinkled hand, reminding others it took
You long to become old – but never did you weep
While many passed by with their cruel elegance
And denied you, pretending you aren’t true
But one man saw the human soul in you
And understood the pain in your boorish glance
And coming with good beers from the nearby bars
Murmurs comforting words about how luck fled
And that we are all the same for the God overhead
And that we are all homeless and denied by the stars.