Riding the bus today
A tramp sat next to me
Withered flower in his hand
He said ‘Hello’ to me
The whispers could be heard
‘The nutter's on again’
He offered me his paper bag
The one that eased his pain
I took a swig and thanked him
He told me the flower was an Angel
Said that it was white
‘When I kiss it.’ He continued
‘I can see a light.’
We finished off his bottle
People whispering again
We got off near a flower stall
In the pouring rain
With the last of his money
A flower was given in return
The tramp then kissed it
In his eyes a fire burned
As the rain ran off my face
It was then I realised beauty
Could be unwashed and stink of booze
For in that moment he was with his wife again
And he forgot he had no shoes
The Tramp
Riding the bus today
A tramp sat next to me
Withered flower in his hand
He said ‘Hello’ to me
The whispers could be heard
‘The nutter's on again’
He offered me his paper bag
The one that eased his pain
I took a swig and thanked him
He told me the flower was an Angel
Said that it was white
‘When I kiss it.’ He continued
‘I can see a light.’
We finished off his bottle
People whispering again
We got off near a flower stall
In the pouring rain
With the last of his money
A flower was given in return
The tramp then kissed it
In his eyes a fire burned
As the rain ran off my face
It was then I realised beauty
Could be unwashed and stink of booze
For in that moment he was with his wife again
And he forgot he had no shoes
