I'm the man who stood on the corner when you
Walked by the other side
The voice nagging in the back of your head
The face at the window at night
And when I was cold and hungry and you would not let me in
Though you turn your back upon me
Still I keep on knocking
I point to my mouth - you point to the door
You show your empty pockets - I show you my empty arms
I hold out my hand in friendship and you
Palm me off with coins
So now I'm not going to let you go
Look in my begging bowl
(Here's all the wisdom of the world)
Look deep in my begging bowl
When I turn it upside down
Nothing at all comes out
And if you turn your life
Upside down
Nothing at all comes out
Abused and disabused
Like Lazarus in his rags
Into your mind I come
Peter Jukes India 1983