This Poor Old Man versuri

Versuri Francium-Vietnam – This Poor Old Man lyrics

This poor old man,
Sleeping at a bus stop bench
Beside another homeless man’s tent.
It was neither grand nor wide—
Just a place where tired souls spent the night.

This poor old man,
He finds cardboard and old newspapers,
Carefully shaping a makeshift home,
To shield himself from the cold night air,
Hoping for warmth until morning comes.

This poor old man,
He has only twenty-nine dollars and sixty cents,
Folded like a secret in his pocket.
Still, he dreams of owning a brand,
Of turning nothing into something that lasts.