Who’s That Man?

Forty years had passed me by In that time I never tried To keep up with the people I’d turned my back, and all I shunned The friends I had abandoned No friendships to rekindle But absence and longing The friends I was missing The opportunity was there The friendships needed repair I walked into the room My mistake was to assume That it would go according to my plan But all I heard was “Who’s that man?” Not a hint of recognition Not a chance of vindication Forty years of disgrace Flying straight into my face I had never taken the time I had never spent a dime To call or send a greeting I had turned myself away I never looked that way I now deserved the beating Who’s that man? Who’s that man? The echoed words were clear Who’s that man? Who’s that man? My friends I should have kept near