Newspaper Blanket

Cowsill-Cowsill

Sad old man nobody loves him
Every morning I would see him sleeping in the dew
He never noticed me as I passed by
I'd walk by slowly staring at the holes worn through his shoes
Wondering how he managed to get by
Sad old man nobody loves him
Sad old man has no place to stay
And nothing to claim but a broken down park bench
And a newspaper blanket on a cold winter's day
The afternoon would come; I'd see him begging by the square
While I was in the crowd without a mind
And had I been alone, I would have told him someone cared
But it never bothered him for he was blind
Sad old man nobody loves him
Sad old man has no place to stay
And nothing to claim but a broken down park bench
And a newspaper blanket on a cold winter's day
Sad old man how long will you be here
Sad old man how long can you stay
For if you should leave who'll take care of the park bench
And the newspaper blanket would be left by the way