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Arpig -> Grace (9/20/2009 11:07:48 PM)
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GRACE
She gets home at dawn
from another sleepless night
flirting with strangers
under the streetcorner light.
Innocence sacrificed
to everyman's need,
a bright silver needle,
and a habit to feed
Out on the streets,
it's an age-old tale,
just turned seventeen
and her love's for sale.
Oh don't you know?
Oh can't you see?
But for the grace of God
she's you and me.
At the age of fourty-nine
he found himself unemployed,
his dreams tumbled down,
his self-worth destroyed.
He feels to old and tired
to start a new life.
How will he feed the kids?
How will he tell the wife?
He stands outside
in the driving hail
asking himself again
"Where did I fail?"
Oh don't you know?
Oh can't you see?
But for the grace of God
he's you and me.
She bravely waved goodbye
and held back her tears.
But each night in her bed
she's alone with her fears.
He went overseas
to defend the flag,
came home yesterday
in a vinyl bag
Her pretty young face
is drawn and pale,
hidden away behind
a widow's veil.
Oh don't you know?
Oh can't you see?
But for the grace of God
she's you and me.
R. P. G.
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