Lamplighter - Mechanical Poet

A lonely foggy place

A small deserted space

Abandoned barren lost in slum

A close full of dump

A faint shine of stars

A wail of police cars

Graffiti walls and wire-nettings

Round a glowing lamp

From dusk till early dawn

The lamp-post stays alone

A sole passer goes past

Dissolving in the night

The tramps in dirty suits

The gangs of reckless yoots

Some strangers step into

And out of the light

Day is over, sun is down

Empty streets of sleeping town

Latest hope is going to expire

Road is gone and time is out

Tired mind is full of doubt

But somebody always starts a fire

By nights some barren sprite

Turns on the lamp-post bright

The gutter kids espied his work

But no one saw his face

A gleaming yellow eye

When fear is drawing nigh

A small lighthouse in urban maze

Can help to find the trace