There's an old man in the park
Sometimes sits till after dark
Old men often don't say much
Rubenstein is just one such

Rubenstein remembers long ago, Septembers long ago
They say he comes from Germany, a poor hardworking family
Jewish tailors don't get rich, but they sew a close stitch
He wanted to be left alone, raise a family, build a home
He didn't want to stand in line, a yellow star his David sign

Rubenstein remembers but he will not say,
Where he was or what he did all those years he went away
Rubenstein remembers but his voice is still
He pulls his coat around him as he feels a sudden chill
And walks away

Written by Ewan Ewen Caruthers Carruthers

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