The cobblestone sidewalk and wrought iron fence
Are part of the landscape along with the homeless man who sits on the bench
He reads his paper by the dimly lit lamplight
Which doubles as his bed when he settles in for the night
The men in tuxedos laugh and pass him by
But the lady with red roses in her hand pauses and begins to cry
All of his possessions are contained within three plastic bags
It appears to be a simple life, maybe one that I would rather have?
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