Old Man

Old man, old man
how did it get so bad
for you, for you
how did you get so blue?

So many days have past
since happier days.
What went wrong, old man
to bring you undone?

Old man, old man
I’ll give you a dollar –
for you, for you
I will give you two.

But what good will it do,
tomorrow I will see you
here again,
asking for another dollar or two.

Old man, old man
I wish there was more I could do,
but what use would it do
when hope hides from view.

No matter how bad things get
old man, I think of you
sitting out there, turning blue
asking for a dollar or two.