From a king-sized bed he would arise
As he listens to the sparrows sing.
Beside him is where his breakfast lies;
Baked beans, sausages, oatmeal and fries.
He'll finish his meal, then go swimming.
"How cool and refreshing," he would say
As he takes a long sip from his wine.
Then he swims as he does everyday.
His life is one full of fun and play,
Lives in a mansion and feels divine.
"Is there anything I can do, sir?"
Says a beautiful maid standing by,
Dressed in a uniform made of fur.
"Bring me my suit." The maid would then purr.
He puts it on and begins to fly...
Amidst the clouds and over the Earth,
Flying through walls, swaying to and fro,
"Heavens, I can fly!" he says with mirth,
Soaring with the pigeons back and forth
Until he runs into a scarecrow.
He looks around and what does he see?
He finds himself lying on a bench
The poor old man, the abandonee
Who sleeps in the park, beneath a tree.
Little does he know he had been drenched.
"Hello good morning, these are for you,"
Says a mother, carrying her child;
Four cheese sandwiches and French fries too,
"I'm sorry, sir, for what you go through."
"Thank you," said the homeless man and smiled.
Feeding some doves with crumbs of his bread,
He takes his breakfast while he would beam,
"A very nice lady, she did seem,"
Tears were slowly falling as he said,
"Thank you, God, for the heavenly dream."