The old lamplighter, as he walked the streets of old,
Sought out life's mysteries and the secrets there untold.
Such as 'why are we here, and what should we do?
Are we just to laugh, dance, and party our lives through?
Or is there more to this vast mystery of life
That beckons and holds us constantly in strife?
Something far more that so few discover;
Something far more for us to uncover?
The old lamplighter--a philosopher amongst men,
As he trudged 'long his route with his light and his pen,
Providing light for a town fast asleep,
He had the time to think and ponder and weep.
I often wonder as I recall back
To a time which has gone and will never be back.
Where are all our philosophers today,
Who ponder and think and not strictly play?
The philosophers who thought about right and about wrong;
The philosophers who gave us their well thought out songs;
I really miss their wisdom of old
And the old lamplighters whose wisdom they told.