A Picture Of Life

A Picture of Life

A fine young man,

A picture of life,

Dislikes himself

In the mirror.

We saw him off,

We talked of love,

We talked of sin

And forgot him.

A fine young man,

A picture of life,

Died alone

In the gutter.

We drank the wine,

We felt the pain,

But no one felt

Like his mother.

Father's not there,

A coward's choice,

He scorned his son,

So inhuman!

We shook our heads

And turned away,

We also denied

That we knew him.