Old Tom

Old Tom

Old Tom watched the river flow

Staring at the pool below

A ragged, scarecrow silhouette

The kind of man you'd not forget

Every inch the pauper king

He tied his coat with a piece of string

Lived his life from day to day

He got by in his own way

Why he lived the life he led we never asked and he never said

We never knew the rhyme or the reason

And just where he came from no one knows, no one cared much I suppose