On my way to the market,
I saw an old man bundled in an old top hat and coat
he stood next to a lamp post, in his hand held leash of his dog.

he and his dog looked as if they had seen the change of the wolrd
from end of an era to the birth of one. they stood their as if they
where wating for the bus to tomarrow and yet they knew they had
no tomarrow.