Blind Lady

"Heard your tap tap tapping, ma'am. May I hold your arm to cross the street?"
"Thank you, son."
"Anytime, lady. Us blind folks gotta stick together."

Go ahead

Go ahead... one more time

say it like you mean it

repeat that same old lie

then we'll both go home

and start again to die

Hold me close... one more time

hold me like you mean it

before we say goodbye

before we both go home

and start again to die

Watch the trees a weaving

weaving while we wave

cold raindrops a falling

cold 

as the love 

we gave

Go ahead... one more time

say it like you mean it

repeat that same old lie

then we'll both go home

and start again to die

The bum

Joe the cop crosses the street to escape my rancid smell. Pretends he doesn't see me, in my greasy, dirt stained, torn, and ragged coat. I stand shivering under the awning of an empty store front. "Hey, Joe" I holler. He doesn't even look my way. I cuss at him under my breath, not loudly enough for an approaching couple to hear. "Hey, mister" I speak to the man. He tries to speed up but his lady friend hesitates, opens her purse and hands me a five. "God bless you." she says. I smile and head for the liquor store.