Destiny

               Silent night, in the distance a scream.

               The river runs slowly under the long bridge.

               You hear the whistle of the passing train.

               A cold wind chases away the midge.

               A poor wanderer is walking.

               On his back he carries his torn coat.

               Lies down under the tracks waiting.

               'I would be happier if I were stoat'.

               When he was young he was loved.

               Loneliness is the ultimate friend.

               The right to be happy was denied.

               Wait for death it will bring the end.

               Fortune another chance brings.

               'The train didn't pass' he thinks.