YESTERDAY PEOPLE EATING YESTERDAY FOOD
Let me take you to the City
Streets of gold for the loud and rude
Gilt ridden movers avoid glance into doorways
Where yesterday people eat yesterday food
Here we walk these streets of London
Dickensian Carol brought to mind
By the gaunt, peaked face and the dog companion
Patiently standing in for the human kind
In that face, those eyes so deep
Hidden Eyes is to make stone weep
A risen Lord lets drop a tear
Foresaken yet, no one sees him here
In the dark recess, light dimmer
Shimmer faces we have known
Our child's face in cauldron simmer
Yesterday's food made with yesterday's bones
And the dog watches on with patience sublime
A knowledge so deep of the human mind
Which passes in plenty to acquire yet more
Or lies in the gutter against the closed door
So how can you tell me that you are lonely?
How can you say that you are blue?
When in shadow and despondent doorway
Lie Lives to be claimed by Act of You
Where destiny met will change your mood
Where yesterday people eat yesterday food