Underneath the railway bridge
Early morning fog
Sits a lonely homeless man
And his faithful dog
Stands up tall and stretches
'Rover' does the same
Another hurtful round
Of the begging/busking game
Picks up his guitar
He can't play all that well
But he'll do it all day long
Got nothing left to sell
'Busy' office workers
Idly pass him by
He'll thank them anyway
Far too proud to cry
Sixteen hour shifts
The work that he puts in
All for ยฃ2.50
In his tobacco tin
All his clothes upon him
Holds his dog so tight
Gets under cardboard blankets
For it'll freeze tonight
How did it come to this?
Guess we'll never know
Just another homeless guy
With nothing left to show
Sad and frozen tableau
Snapshot number three
Just thank your lucky stars
It isn't you or me
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