The Glass Cleaner Poem by nimal dunuhinga

The Native who comes with a bottle of Windex,
Regular paper roll and a damp piece of cloth.
He cleans the outer glass of the shop well
And you could see the World brighter!
When he finished the cleaning
Boss gave him few dollars and a big thank you!
He bought a scratch lottery out of his payment.
When he leaves smiley I asked; 'Any luck Mr.*Red Hawk? '
'Yes I won five dollars and I can drink a bottle of King Cobra beer tonight
And have a sound sleep! ' He said very happily.
Through the shined glass I saw he's walking towards his home
Like in a bygone Cowboy movie but without a horse!