Saturday

On Saturday night
The bird took flight
Eerie, dark, gloomy kite

Addiction was bad
and he was sad
Pessimist or Optimist?
Still a little bit sad

Then he flew
and the morning dew
Waved and said
Your cigarettes...
You must chew

Nevertheless
I hope to bless
Those silent moments
of time Endless

Each moment, every cloud
we watched and made
What we wished....