The Man on the Wall

A story about a man who was once famous and is once again searching for the fame.

I heard a story about a man who lost his fame

He became sad and lonely, stated drinking his bitters away

Some looked, others starred, everyone knew it was a damn shame

Then one dark dreary night, the man fell into the bay

Many gazed, few searched, For they knew the man wasn't coming back

They hung his picture to the wall, the frame was built from his stool

Although his name was unknown, many just called him Jack

The regulars still question his fate, insisting he'd be alive if he wasn't such a fool

A few years later, a filmmaker came to town, He wanted to use the bar in a scene

We started chatting and soon he asked if I was a fan of the man on the wall

I told him the story, He laughed, called an actor in, and to my own disbelief it was the man who looked good as clean

He pieced his life back together, found his fame once again before they left he looked at me and laughed, smiled for a minute and said relax all that happened was a little fall