Walking down the street,
you carry such burden on your shoulder
While the others flutter cheerfully
what makes your shadow grow colder?
Do you see the new lights?
the freshly put up signs?
The baker's first bread is on sale,
and you seem preoccupied with the hail.
"Young sir", calls out the wind,
"don't waste your life in the streets,
life passes, it will never be this young ever again,
so before regret greets, make time for romantic meets."
In the evening you meet jane,
A date set up with great pain,
The girl has rejected young sir and gone,
More gone tomorrow, she leaves by the first train at dawn.
Young sir will you not chase after her?
was her beauty lacking
or manners too upsetting?
he sits and smokes, his chair rocking.
Maybe jane wasn't a good match,
better single than a bitter mismatch,
A few days now gone,
then shows up Jane's brother John.
Young sir is not beaten,
nor was there humiliation,
Like a close friend john was invited in,
Jane's robbed jewels glitter in the light of deception.