He's a lonely corner poet
Out on the empty streets
With only one poem that he recites
That's all this poet needs

It is one he wrote years ago
All for love and loss
The only poem that he holds
To his closely guarded heart

If he ever does draws a crowd
It's no more than three or four
Those that have heard him cry out loud
Can't take it any more

There's a certain sadness to his cadence
To the hurt that's in his eyes
The hopelessness of reason
That begs the question why

Why life handed him the keys
Before it drove off of the cliff
Leaving him with nothing more
Than what he has in this

Lonely poets corner
Empty saddened streets
Reciting the same poem over time
Is all he's come to need