Liverpool Street Tramp

Liverpool Street Tramp

Don't know if you went to heaven
But I owe you a confession.
Thirty years a lie lay hidden.
I have to rest my heavy burden.

You shuffled from your Whitechapel rest,
And happened upon my cellophane countenance.
Uniform still starched, and preening proud.
My dear stranger-friend if only you knew
The falsehoods I bestowed on you.

You asked me 'bout the wife and kids,
Home and where I lived.
I was happy to feast you on my dreams,
For that is all they were.
I told you of that 2.4 happy home
And marital bliss, all consumed.

See! I had no wife, children neither.
My shiny palace was two up, two down
Nor did I own, for it was rent book bound.
I saw a tramp, to whom I could boast.
A man who would not shame me
Nor betray my cheating soul.

The irony is, I now have all this - and more.
Yet I am desperate to fall at your feet
And seek your humble forgiveness
For the lies of yesterday.
For without your blessing, yesterday is born again, today.