Falling Choices

He sits in a corner, smoking his cigar

It is burning, the lighter gave it life

But this lighter can't by far

Bring back his beautiful lost wife.

The tears that are running down his face

Might by mistake land on his cigar.

This will make it loose its grace

And won't even bring back his pretty little star.

Now he doesn't sit in the corner

And the cigars are not lit

There is no longer any mourner

And the tears have all been drown with him in a pit.