Nothing seems the same
When you no food to eat
When nights are cold and dark
Spending all day on your feet.
Everything is scary
Noises in the street
But toughen up and take it
The Delancy's – try not to meet.
Wondering when fortune will come
And smile on the boy
Who hawks the headlines every day……
The gents he does annoy.
Someone might comment
On this poor situation
But no one wants to help
And relieve the desperation.
I sell the papers everyday
Winter, summer, fall –
Even when my leg hurts like hell
I grimace and stand tall.
Entire streets pass me by
With out looking twice.
A cripple is what they see
For life, I've paid the price.
Someday it'll be over
And all will be nice and good –
But until then, I'm just Crutchy……
Local gimp of the neighborhood.
