They say I’m from a privileged race
You’d think that gives some special grace
My job dried up; hope turns to doubt
This old, white man is down and out
I can’t find work, now, white or not
My age and race the world’s forgot
No one’s singing, “Lean on Me”
An old, white man’s lone as can be
It’s hard to keep my spirits up
Not drinking from this bitter cup
Cash or no, bill follows bill
This old, white man’s down and out still
David Fekete 