Monday, 2 March 2009
Streets of London
It's easy to forget how lucky we can be, especially on a bad day when it seems everything can go wrong. Sometimes I get grumpy because my husband doesn't do as much housework as I'd like him to (ladies everywhere giving the 'here here'), but hey, at least I'm not grumpy because my husband is cheating on me with one of the beautiful people he works with right? And sometimes I get shitty at my 3 year old because he doesn't listen, but at least I'm not getting shitty with him because he is an absolute feral like some of them can be, or worse, at least I'm not shitty because I don't have kids. You know what I mean?
There is always at least one other person in your life who has things worse of than you. Whether you know about it or not. That's just the way life is. If you're ever feeling crap about your life read a bio on someone who's had a pretty horrible one. Or go hang out where the homeless people sleep. It's like that song "Streets of London":
Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone
And have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care