The Tramp

The Tramp The tramp who walks a lonely road, there's no room here, "move on", he's told From place to place from day to day, he wanders on his lonely way. No one offers a lift no ride in a car, no matter how near, no matter how far As he battles against the driving rain, we wonder if next year he'll be back again. We just close our eyes and turn our back, as the saying goes, " I'm all right Jack" But is it his fault he walks alone? with no relations or friends to call his own. Or we to blame for his state today? after all, he can't always have been this way What went wrong in that man's past, to make us treat him as such an outcast. It's not his fault that in this web he's caught, so the next time he's passing, please give him a thought.