Nicos

He said to me I am not right in the head And at times I feel I'd be better off dead Dark clouds in his heart on a beautiful day I wished him happiness what more could I say. He is on medication and mentally unwell And life for him has to be an Earthly Hell Yet a very nice person he did seem to me Life's not always fair that's how 'twould seem to be. In his early thirties just out of his prime With an illness that will not fade out in time Without any children or partner or wife How can anyone envy him his lot in life. The sun shining bright in a clear Winter sky And I wished him well as he bid me goodbye The pee wee he sang in the parkland nearby And the pied oystercatchers o'er the beach piped as they did fly.