The brick wall shown so darkly
The passerby leaned on passively;
He smoked his cigarette still
And found his thoughts without thrill;
The lights of the big city
Shown on him with much pity;
But through his mind he soon found
A life of joy and of sound;
Was that really his life?
So dull and so strife?
He leaned on and on
And thought so on;
And found that what he formerly saw
Was his life without that cigarette in awe.
T.P. Lanzarotto 