Mr. Grogan

Mr. Grogan he locks up for the evening and he
He buttons up his coat
Outside the temperature is thirteen below freezing so he
He makes a mental note
Tonight he’ll walk home as he’s grown soft in the middle
And his life is not what he had hoped
His Labradoodle waits and paces down the hallway and she
She loves him just the same

Mr. Grogan walks through fresh and fallen snow as he slows
And waves the streetcar on
Sometimes his tidy mind it wanders and remеmbers
And all he once knеw is all gone
His slip is silent as he falls and hits the sidewalk
And leaves a small stain in the snow
His Labradoodle waits and paces down the hallway
And she cries until she wakes the neighbor Joe

Mr. Grogan he was taken to emergency and
He stayed there for a week
He answered questions from his many concerned customers
Who told him to rest and get some sleep
Mr. Grogan turned the lights on in his workshop and
Checked the black and blue upon his face
He touched the photographs that stood upon the mantle
And everything was in its place

Mr. Grogan he locks up for the evening and he
He buttons up his coat
Outside the temperature is thirteen below freezing so he
He makes a mental note
No more walking in the snow after midnight
Or even walking in the rain
His Labradoodle waits and paces down the hallway and she
She loves him just the same