The Philosopher And The Mouse

A lonely mouse In a lonely house With a lonely piece of bread A lonely philosopher On a lonely bed With the lonely thoughts in his head! It was a queer coincidence Though both of them aloof They were in true essence Were living under one roof! The philosopher gave a laugh Shaking his disheveled head ‘Mere thoughts are not enough, I can’t live without bread’! The mouse whined in regret ‘It’s really no good Such is my fate I only think of food’! The philosopher without bread Not a word he could carve With no thoughts in its head The mouse didn’t starve! The philosopher thought the mouse He really couldn’t befriend Though they shared the same house They couldn’t unite in the end! If only they could share With each other thoughts and bread It could be a great affair In the way fairytales are made! But they never made a start The philosopher and the mouse And lived poles apart In the lonely decrepit house!