When you see that homeless man
on the street, don’t you look away.
And don’t you say, “they’ll be OK and
they’ll just blow it anyway.”

How could we just look away?
That could be one of us someday
We don’t know how they came to be,
out on that lonely street of poverty.

The earth keeps turning and the sun
keeps burning for you and for me and
the moon keeps shining bright at night
for us to see.

But the sun never said to the earth,
“you owe me”
and the wind never said to the birds,
“this air is not free,” and
God never denied us life,
instead he offers us eternity

Most of us are sensitive and we have
a lot to give.
Yet we still look down on those who
have no place to live.

Have you ever been so desperate when
you didn’t have a dime
and you seriously considered committing a crime.
We should never compare sufferings.
Sometimes it’s hard to make ends meet,
but try to imagine what it’s like for those
who live out on the street.

Why are we so greedy anyway?
Life is short, we could die today.
And we can’t take it with us anyway.
So when you see that homeless
woman on the street, don’t you
look away.

Up! Up! Up! Women
Stop! Stop! Stop! Women
Perhaps true, perhaps true

Women are amazing creatures
Moulded with dazzling features
Women are an object of mystery
Have their own place in history

Women are great
They make the best dates
Except when they turn up very late

Without women
What will become of us?
No more noises on the bus
No one to make all the fuss

Without women
What will become of men?
Who will teach them,
How to behave and learn?

Women are the spicy ingredient of romance
Women are the juicy parent of importance
Women are a heavenly treasure
The epitome of human pleasure

Up! Up! Up! Women
Stop! Stop! Stop! Women
Perhaps true, perhaps true

Without women
Would this earth have survived?

Without women
Imagine how many will feel deprived

Women are simply delicious
Beware they can be serious
Especially when suspicious
And turn to Mrs Vicious

Women are priceless
Without women
Life will be without spice
Simply lifeless

You think I need to rise
from this wheelchair
and bear weight,
learn to walk again
like I plan to live forever;
but you don’t know
what it’s like to get old–
my God, to punish someone
just take away their eyesight,
someone who used to read
all day long, like I did–
you don’t know, Shmuel,
you don’t know.

The stranger in a light blue smock
Leans over me,
Her breath warm,
Mine sparse and cold.

Water seeps into my lungs,
I am suffocating
Until she pushes the plunger
Into the plastic tubing.

Tinny voices whisper around me,
Soft whimpers form vapors
That consume me
And won’t let me go.

Familiar hands touch
My disintegrating flesh
Offering love
While withholding release.

The stranger bids them kiss me
One last time
And with my daughter’s last tear
On my cheek, I exhale.

Your essance lingers
my body tingles
the soft cushion in which I sit
has turned into a heat pad
these four walls fuffocate me
myself and I
it’s hard to breath
your skin so sweet

the air is stiff
though sweet with lavender
your picture in front of me
your here, but not
I see you but I can’t feel you
only in my mind
and in my heart
yet ful of sorrow