In the early mornings
You'd be awaken by the sound of your alarm clock
At about half pass six
You grabbed your plastic bags and backpack
You roamed around the neighborhood
To rummage in trash and garbage bins for aluminum cans
You took this as a hobby, not your livelihood
You are not homeless as I understood
It's the life you have chosen, that's what you'd want to be
Worry wrinkles in your face, I did not see.
You tend to be gallant and friendly
You always had great smile for everyone
You've met along the way
I've seen you in a coffee shop a few times
Sipping coffee with doughnut in your hand
You have a friendly atittude
But you preferred to be alone in your own private world
Now in your coffin, you're laying peacefully for good
You'll be missed by few friends and acquaintances
Farewell good Old Man, and Rest In Peace.
Marijo (2008)
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