The Mob Youth

Left in the cafe, he sits all alone This person with hopes that are so like my own And nobody tells him as he s sitting there He s dead long ago and nobody noticed But I see a strange look on that face that s uncleaned Its white bloodless color, now dull, once gleamed And I know where I ve seen that expression before He s stood in the place where my feet touch the ground The clock strikes 6 as I drink the last drop of the tea that s been sitting for hours in my cup I think