There’s a corner that I pass by everyday

At the spot sit a man

With a chain tied to his leg

And a match in his hand

He brings forth a stick

And lilts it

And every day I tell him to stop

He brings about a grin

And his yellow teeth glow

“I will,”

And yet

He brings forth a stick

He knows the pain he receives

Is that of his own deceives

 He puffs a little more

Until the corner I pass by everyday

Lays a white rose

“Farewell my friend….”