Light A Cigar Poem by David Darbyshire

Walking down the lonely street,
hearing the cobbles beneath my feet.
The sound echoes through the small lanes,
some people looking through windowpanes.

I feel alone as I wonder into the night,
stars above, no girl, not feeling just right.
I pass a bar, hear the sound of laughter,
carried on walking might go back after.

Let out a sigh looking at the night sky,
so alone, feeling down, wondering why.
Thought I might go back to that happy bar,
instead leaned against a lamppost, light a cigar.