Shadows of Yesterday

Shadows of yesterday
Flow through my mind
Visions that went astray
Are nowhere to find

Things that went right
And things that went wrong
Change some I might
But in the past they belong

Shadows of yesterday
Are shadows indeed
To show me a better way
The future they lead

Old Men

Flickering lights
On lonely nights
In a warehouse dank and cold

All life wanes
With hunger pains
In a life that’s grown too old

Old men reach
And old men preach
At night on streets they sleep

With pleading eyes
And heavy sighs
In allies they go and weep

Some are not right
Up in the head
Others are wishing
That they were dead

Men aren’t so useful
When their years have grown long
A life upside down
When things have gone wrong

So now they sit
Perhaps begging a bit
For a few coins here or there

And when they’re gone
And it shouldn’t be long
No one will miss them or care