Sitttinging On Walls. Lenny Poem by Roy Storey

Sitting on walls, spitting through windows
drinking the world gos by.
Saturday, sunday, soon be monday
in the twinkling of an eye.
Young folk, old folk, down and out folk
drifting slowly by.
Sitting on walls, spitting through windows
take a drink and say goodby.
Cars, and churches, bells and people
friends come to say goodby.
Sitting on walls, spitting through windows
God bless him why did he try.
Drink a toast to Lennys passing
rise your glass to the sky.
Sitting on walls, spitting through windows
let us drink the bottle dry.
Grapes, and barley, hops and water
time slips slowly by.
Sitting on walls, spitting through windows
fair ye well, and goodby.
I will see you all tomorrow
at the guest house in the sky.