Dreamer

He was just a dreamer
All his useless life,
No serious jobs,
Accomplishments,
No family, no wife,
He drifted along
His merry way,
Built all his castles
In his imagination
Which had with
Real life no relation.

They buried him
The other day,
A pauper's grave
Was his last stay...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz