People pass people by,
Day after day,
Night after night
The streets filled with the famous
and the not-so-famous
The winter comes and leaves
and what is accomplished?
The bearded man walks the streets,
The rich man leads the world
But, do not I lead the world?
For I am rich in love
Yet I am the bearded man,
But if I shed my hair what is accomplished?
copyright © 1968 Gary W. Lookabaugh