Drunken man stumbles onto the street
If you have nothing to drink to, do it anyway
Slurred speech says nothing but explains it all
For this I laugh
He will pay for that tomorrow
Tin soldier stands always at attention
If you don’t lead you best follow
Melodramatic mind guide the way
For this I smile
Have a lovely day
Clerk sits at his station
If all you do is work, how do you breathe
Types on the register, no emotion
For this I frown
Another life caught in a crunch
Patient waits to leave his bed
If you’re dying you should be living
Years of foolishness yield moments of remorse
For this I weep,
Another sand castle washes to sea
I sit and see it all
If you’re not watching, you’re being watched
One day tides will turn
For this I think
Change comes quick, I hesitate to blink
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