Hotel Fire
By Robert W. Cluney
In an old hotel where the rent is cheap
The old folks dwell and winos sleep
A drunkard lies crumpled in his bed
A ring of fire near his head
The flames leap up for the papered wall
From a cigarette that he let fall
Shed no tear, no story he'll tell
His soul consumed in a fiery hell
If the old folks are saved, their lives are spared
They lost all else for which they cared
Can our society long endure the loss
Caused by booze and all it cost
But there is one thing you should know
It's our own indifference that makes it so.