Bread and Water Under the Bridge

[good4somethingbum]

Bread and Water Under the BridgeJust crumbs in Wonder Bread bags, and the creek was runnin’ lowSam lost at rock, paper, scissors, so he got ready to goWith a bum leg and crooked crutch, the food bank’s a ways to walkStill it’s better the strongest one, protect this shady spotSaid he’d take a piece of that tarp, spread it over some mesquiteMake himself a little lean-to, out of the desert heatAnd the lives we once had, seem lost in a blurry hazeWe just try n stay grateful, for what we have these daysBread and water under the bridgeRed sun sinkin’ over a western ridgeLast night some coyote stoleBoth our stale dinner rollsAre we men or beasts, who knows whichWe both struggle for bread and water under the bridgeYeah, both of us had land and jobs, but we’re no longer bitterIf we were livin’ for cash, we’d be counterfeitersUseta be the Good Lord’s crown, was a thorn in ole Sam’s sideAnd then many years of shadow, fin’lly showed him the lightMe…sometimes I think that, dusty bones in mounds of dirtAre the only way the meek, can inherit the earthHe still laughs at my old jokes, but he won’t touch corn or ryeSays God helps him make bygones, from misfortunes gone byBread and water under the bridgeFull moon risin’ over an eastern ridgeLast week some old buzzard stoleBread that was green with moldAre we men or beasts, who knows whichWe both struggle for bread and water under the bridgePaco useta share this spot with us, till the flash floods last SpringHe saved a border patrolman, drowning in some ravineFirst Paco tossed him a branch, then Paco jumped right inAnd all the thanks he got, was they deported himNow I see the gloomy glory, of sunrise glowin’ in the fogI hope those crows in the distance, are circlin’ some dogCos ole Sam useta quote scripture, men don’t live on bread aloneI hope the faith that fed him, gives him a finer homeThan bread and water under the bridgeRed sun risin’ over an eastern ridgeLast month some night critter stoleBig Mac buns two weeks oldAre we men or beasts, who knows whichWe both struggle for bread and water under the bridge©2008 Robert George