I once saw a street sweeper
His eyes were teary red
I couldn't help my self and asked
"Sir, why are you so sad?"
He shook his heavy head and said
"Call me not sir - I'm dead.
For back in Russia - my home land
is where I left my life-
my job, career, my little boy
and my darling wife."
I said "O sir, I do relate
I sure can understand.
I too had it going on
until I went insane."