The Soul Also Must Be Fed

When others smoke happily in street corners He too smiles poor fellow! When passing the dim Pubs He's very aggressive. In a narrow path of a starry night When baby dolls dance He too dance with a yawn. He explained to himself The strange guy; 'Please wait and don't be hurry, This tricky lottery of life Does a miracle soon And I fulfill all your innocent dreams. I'll buy an expensive grey color metalic painted Hearse And we do a full-blooded round trip Chum! *Humbly I dedicate this scribbling to my poet friend Paddy. Martin