Pennies from Heaven
Your whole world carried in worn trouser pockets,
from café to café you spend small change,
on cup after cup, after cup,
of luke warm tea.
Your cupboards are bare, kettle barely warm,
you shiver at night between nylon sheets,
you sit naked,
in your dimly lit room.
Quietly you walk with a permanent smile,
while people are sniggering behind your back,
while people laugh,
behind your back.
You find a box with pennies in Gods house,
the world of polished oak.
You rush out,
and proudly you shout.
Pennies from Heaven, you shout.