Nobody

There was a man standin in the grey..
Where is he from, who can say..
He stares over yonder towards the dusky sky..
Gazin thru the settin sun..
As the world passes him by..

A child sits by the garbage bin..
Nibbling away from a used food tin..
His eyes n hands stained with black..
Shivering in the cold winter breeze..
Covered with a tattered mac..

The old hag staggers besides the frozen pond..
She's humming an old soldier's song..
Pigeons n crows keep her company in the rye..
She gives them a longing look..
Wondering when she would fly..