Overlooking the edge of the bay
On the near side of the tourist shops
I walked past the sighs of three men
The first sat crouched without life in his eyes
I gave him grief and I suppose
That must have been all he'd ever had
A few steps away sat the next man
With a simple sign "Please." was all he begged of me
For him I gave sorrow but I'm afraid nothing more
The third was shameless but held an honest sign
"Why lie? The money's for beer."
I parted with pity for him after all what else could I give?
As I walked on I came across a fourth man
His sign matched his face, both said "Smile"
And that's what he gave me