A Doormans Plight

Today was tough one
But tomorrow is worse
There’s bags on his eyes
And I could tell that he hurts
Ive seen how he leaves the cafe to his church
To pray away problems that always resurge
Today was a tough one
But the evening is here
To drink away problems
And drown em in spirit
And Ive watched how his clock works
From 5 at the pier
To late in his worst days
When screams thru his tears

The doorman never leaves his post
Despite harsher scheduling than most
Save for the luggage you’ve brought to my hand
There’s no weight im carrying out for no man
This building of souls could break hearts if u let it
But thanks to my age and my plights I dont sweat it
Cause the doorman wears him a face of stone
To stand as a gentle voice that welcomes u home

Take a load off Annie
Take a load for free
Take a load of Annie
Put the load right on me
A woman in a skunk skin and mink lined coat
Is smoking half a cigarette before she elopes
Her boyfriend she’s built her life around is a joke
His mistress helped him proof read the vows he had wrote
An old man that shouldn’t be left driving his car
Is buckled up to have himself a scotch at the bar
His eyes serve him a stigmatism under these lights
While children play at the crosswalk and pedal their bikes
A three piece rental without loose change for a tie
Is heaving with a sorrow fit for a friend that had died
These sights will hit my chest and gift emotions ill hide
And the job I hold gets harder as my stifle my cry

The doorman never leaves his post
Despite harsher scheduling than most
Save for the luggage you’ve brought to my hand
There’s no weight im carrying out for no man
This building of souls could break hearts if u let it
But thanks to my age and my plights I dont sweat it
Cause the doorman wears him a face of stone
To stand as a gentle voice that welcomes u home