Trifle کے بول

Day by day, every morning To the same place he arrives Same clothes, same old hat A bottle in a paper bag People going to work Or to buy a newspaper They never wonder why Does he sit here He used to have a life All he has are memories And people passing by His name is known That's all they want to know Just looking to somewhere else Thinking (about) problems of their own Then one day the place was emptied No bottle, no man or paperbag Still something in there reminds of him An abandoned ol wretched hat... Something that has always Been in there and gone Almost everything's unchanged Life is just the same People go to work Or to buy a newspaper They just wonder why Does he (usually) sit in there He used to have ambitions He use to have a life All he has are memories And people passing by