A man sits on the edge of his window
Wondering of life and of coffee.
He looks up to the sky wondering about his widow.
He wonders whether or not she had paid her fee
All those years that he spent drinking.
Drinking away all the problems in his life.
The drinks made him thinking
Thinking all about the strife
He know thinks that he is just a fool,
A fool who was only looking for cash
Cash obtained from only a tool
A tool that has now become trash.
All that pain will now disappear,
For he is now very near.
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