There used to be a madman
That told me stories from the street
Everyone said: mind your own business!
But he wanted me to learn, to teach.
Oh how do I grieve upon his passing
Those hours in the night, moon in sight
and booze to warm us up
I would say, thank you my friend
Thank you for educating me to the world.
Your advice was to the point,
Your lessons unforgettable
For to survive in Real Life
you just need that kind of background.
Thank you for giving me an open mind
To know what the world was about
instead of the fairytales of before
You told me the truth so bold.
Winter/Spring Issue 2018
2 months ago