© 2019 by MARK WAHL.

An old man turned my way

while walking on a busy street,

his hair was long and grey

and his overcoat hung to his feet.

I only turned to glance

I really didn’t mean to stare

but he caught me in his gaze,

and looked into my conscience there.

Chorus

He said “Don’t I know you?

Haven’t we met before?

You might even be ..my own.

I remember

something about your face

maybe you can help me know.”

He caught me by surprise.

He stunned me with his urgency.

I never met this man before that day,

so what was this he stirred in me?

Who am I in his lonely eyes,

and who in there is calling me

in that battered old disguise?

I don’t know,

but even now it still bothers me.

Chorus

“Don’t I know you?

Haven’t we met before?

You might even be ..my own.

I remember

something about your face

maybe you can help me know.”

Interlude

“I’m sorry but you must be wrong;

it must be someone else you meant!”

Then I ran across the noisy avenue

and turned to watch the indigent.

I stood there for a while.

I knew I couldn’t help the man.

He was weak and sick and vile

and me,

I’m just a businessman….

Chorus

“But don’t I know you?

Haven’t we met before?

You might even be ..my own.

I remember

something about your face

maybe you can help me 

home.”

Don't I Know You