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| The end of the road © Copyright George Papavgeris, Mar 2005 Alleys and pavements for years he's been pounding; Worn shoes with old faded brand; Coat extra large with another for lining, Sticking out only his hand. And he is barely twenty, but already he's bending From some heavy invisible load. Yet he knows deep inside and on this he's depending That he'll rest at the end of the road He could tell you the path that has led him before you But perhaps you just don't want to know As he looks at you passing, you just wish he'd ignore you For a conscience you don't want to grow. Yet he'll be here tomorrow, eyes filled up with sorrow For this doorway's his only abode. You think he wants to take, but he just wants to borrow And pay you back at the end of the road. Hungry for friendship and thirsty for kindness, He walks the city alone. We march ahead and we leave him behind us Hearts turning harder than stone. And we count our blessings as we count the treasure That fortune upon us bestowed. One day beggars will be kings and have wealth beyond measure When they get to the end of the road. At the end of the road there is milk, there is honey And sadness is chased by the light No one ever gets ill and you don't need no money And you never have nightmares at night. No one there is a stranger, only new friends for making. And your debts then are no longer owed. Come with me, there's no danger, take the path that I'm taking; Walk with me to the end of the road. |
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