A poem about not realizing what you had until it is gone.
He was a man
A man was he
Who cleaned all the pans
At the Corner Café
To get out was his dream
His dream was to get out
So he left for the city
He deserted the Corner Café
The city was crazy
Crazy was the city
Yet there was no room
For a dishwasher from the little Corner Café
He died on those streets
On those streets he did die
All alone in the world
Oh how he missed the Corner Café
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