Streets Of London

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market,
kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely by his side.
Yesterdays papers telling yesterdays news.

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So how can you tell me you are lonely,
and say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through the streets of London.
I'll show you something
to make you change your mind.

Have you seen the old girl, who walks the streets of London,
dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talkin', she just keeps on walkin',
carrying her home in two carrier bags.

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In the all night café at a quarter past eleven,
same old man there on his own?
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup,
Each lasts an hour and wanders home alone.

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Have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission,
memory fading the medal ribbons that he wears?
In our winter city the rain cries a little pity,
for one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care.

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