The yellow world swimmed before his eyes
A life shrinkeled to a thin film
His heart grieved at the very thought
His mind so dark,no! not a beam
His thoughts raced into the dim past
A world so cruel, a life ill spent
Many bad memories came flooding
Even Maria could not stop him
A thin little rope 'd do the magic
He'd swing on top like a feeble fig
His tongue jutting out would wave goodbye
A life in oblivion seemed much better
The cruelties of life did leave him so bitter
Shouldst I tie the rope and end it all?
Or sit at home and bite my lips
Should I swing on top and end my life?
On and on, his thoughts did race
The thin little rope did the magic
His tongue jutting out, he waved goodbye!!!