Out on the Wiley, Windy Moors
She calls out to the man on the street
Sir can you help me?
It’s cold and I’ve nowhere to sleep
Is there somewhere can you tell me?
He walks on, doesn’t look back
He pretends he can’t hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there.
Oh, think twice
‘Cause it’s another day for you and me in paradise.
Someone confided something to me that’s eating away at my conscience. That’s one of the reasons I was burning out in the legal profession. You listen to people’s dirty secrets and you’re bound by a code of conduct and ethics not to repeat them. Yes, you’re a scumbag, and I’m here to help you. Not a job description to be proud of.
If you do something bad and no one finds out, do you feel better? Have you ever looked into the face of despair and seen no hope? Have you ever seen a baby who is addicted to crack? That makes it difficult to listen to someone talk about buying a $500 pair of shoes. Someone I worked with told me once, “I’m sure you could probably get by on spending $10,000 a year on clothes, but who would want to?”
I sometimes wonder why it bothers me. I did not grow up poor. I’ve never really experienced poverty, or done without any basic necessities. Greed disgusts me. Selfish behavior disgusts me. But then, I’ve been selfish and I’ve been greedy. I’ve hurt people I’ve cared about along the way. I’m only human. I hope I’ve learned a little from my experiences. Who am I to judge anyone else? I’ve certainly made my share of mistakes. I look at people and wonder why I feel so different, like an alien.
I hope. Is it still there? My hope?
“You said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—-take any form —drive me mad—only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! O God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
Oh it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot, I find the lot
Falls through without you
I’m coming back love, cruel Heathcliff
My one dream, my only master.
“I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.”
(Wuthering Heights)
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