Looking through eyes of crystal blue, She saw this man holding a cardboard sign, "Will work for money"then she glanced at his shoes, And wondered where they have taken him in his life. If they could talk what stories they would tell? Then she thinks, Where did they make that wrong turn to end up here? Where is god to give him helping hand? Where?s the angel of mercy to help this man find his way? But looking again at his face. She sees that his older face, Doesn?t wear a frown, or a crown of disappointment? But is sporting a tired wrinkled smile. As he sits in the chilly breeze, Covered with an old deceptive blanket, Looking over and beyond the sea, Looking at each wave and each ripple it gives, Watching the treetops dances as the wind combs through each of their branches, All stretching down the long shoreline. In crystal white sand, Stood this man, With nothing more than a clear thought, And the warn soles on his shoes, But for him these things are enough to please him? She remembers a time when she through a fit Over a certain CD she couldn?t get. The wind is bowing, And everything is changing, So stop?and take a look, But don?t blink for time passes by in the blink of an eye. You might miss your turn, And turn down the wrong path, Ending up like that old man holding that cardboard sign.