I have been that Joe Average, tenderness bypassed by those who sought fairer form. I have been that man requiring no second glance, who loved as surely as any prince. I love this picture because someone else, too, could see the beauty.
When compared to mine his dreams are very humble he does not seek much out of life at all. At sixty seven years he's on the street and homeless a Winter dawn is breaking cold and gray With long gray beard and looking thin and shabby he walks uptown as he does every day.