The notorious scribbler who wants to change the sky <br />And replace a new Sun and Moon, <br />Stuck in a place where he provides fuel to the mischievous vehicles <br />That run on the slippery road. <br />The schedule was in the night where he struggles from ten to six. <br />He counts the stars as usual and waits till a kind star <br />That comes down voluntarily. <br /> <br />I dedicate this poem to all my poet friends in gratitude.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hey-that-jolly-good-fellow-who-works-in-a-gas-station-now/
