This Is What I Say

This Is What I Say

I've seen them walk by
Every day - but I never ask why -

Why do they walk along
And never say "Hi?"

And as another walks on,
Angrily said I,

"Stride on, will you,
And leave another man to die?"

He stopped by me,
Standing above me so high,

And looked upon me
With an exasperated sigh

Me, With eyes so wet
And mouth so dry,

Sitting poor and dirty
And surrounded by flies

He looked upon me
With strong and determined eyes

Said he, "Why do you
Sit on the streets and cry?"

"I've lost my home
And dignity," said I.

He replied, "Have you ever
Loved a woman with beautiful eyes?"

Said I, "Yes indeed,
But with another man she lies."

He sniffed and said to me,
"We all have our share of goodbyes.

But take hope and know
That old love never dies."

I sat there and thought
Of our love's great size,

But even still forgiving her
Poses a great compromise.

But as I walk through her door
With no other man she lies.

Sitting with an old picture of me
Out of pure love she cries

This is what I say:

Forgiving and Forgetting
Gives way for old love to rise.