Jesus Unemployed: A Sign of the Times

I went down to the station

To see how the other half live.
A man sat there, at the bottom of the stairs.
He said “please Sir, it’s time to give”.

He promised me his story
If I kindly palmed his hand.
At his present abode he was Prince of the Paupers,
But claimed he once was leader of the band.

“My full name, Sir, is Jesus,
 But you may call me Joe.
Before the fall, I worked on the Wall
Where I watched my fortune grow.”

I payed my dues to the king of the Jews
And he payed me back in kind.
The cold may have killed his body
But ’twas us who killed his mind.

He told a tall tale 
What went right, what went wrong.
And to corner the sale
He then burst into song:

“My days are long and my nights are colder,
 My years are young, but I’m getting older,
 I cannot leave though I’m stationed by the door.
 I sit right here on a broken stone,
 And I can no longer remember which train points to home,
 I pray that one day I’ll not be alone anymore.”

I gave up my change and went on my way,
Off to a meeting that lasted all day.
I returned that same night but he was nowhere in sight.
Perchance he’d got lucky and taken his flight,
Often I wonder now, what was his fate,
Did he catch a clean cloud or leave it too late?