Have you seen the old man In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper, with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
Hand held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me you're 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
In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea lasts an hour
Then he wanders home alone In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care.
Cat Stevens.
