He walks along the pavement in a pair of worn out shoes,
he swigs the last drop of his favourite booze!
He wraps the holey coat around him to keep out the cold,
wondering if and hoping that the weather will hold!
He throws the empty bottle to the ground,
he picks up the pennies that he has just found.
Old man where are you heading for?
You can’t see ahead for all the liquor!
Old man what are you looking for?
Is it for something better than what you had before?
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