There's A Man

My muse came to me, and I had to write this down as I was singing it!    I wish I could write music so that I could share my vision of this one.

There's a man

and he sits and rocks on his front porch as the world goes by,

his life's been long

but he knows its length means time ends soon and he will die.

He sees the faces 

of his children, of friends lost from times gone by.

He sees the anger and the hatred,

the loss of hope that makes the mamas cry.

He sees the youth

and in their eyes he sees no semblance of respect,

the things their parents worked hard for

are things that they reject.

He watches as the world goes by

and lifts his voice in prayer.

He sees the state the world's in and knows

it needs the man "up there".

He thanks the Lord for waking him

and his blessings by the score,

for the food that's in his belly 

and he thanks him then some more.

The comfy bed he sleeps in,

the roof that shelters him from storms,

the moonlight in the darkness and

sun's rays in the morns.

There's a man rocking on his front porch and he's

watching the world go by,

his memories tag him backwards

and they sometimes make him cry,

but he sits

and rocks

and prays to God

and thanks him by the score,

then he counts his blessings,

prays again,

and rocks a little more.

Rose Dempsey 6/26/2024