[Witty]

Each day just rushes by, as it decays in a lush's eye
His fate changed, now he's got to make change - he's running dry
Some would try to use a gun, but he isn't scum, just drunk and shy
He begs for change, with a subtle sign claiming he's dumb and blind
Above, the sky has come alive, and he hates that the sun can shine
While he lays to waste, and craves the taste of some rum or wine
And prays that love will find a way to save his troubled mind
He waits for grace to display the rays that will break his sullen binds
And the rage that he keeps encased, in case its slumber dies
The drunkard spies his face in a puddle, grayed with sunken lines.

He gets up, and sighs.