The
eggs in the basket
He
holds it by his hands
As
he walks he sways
He
forgets about his eggs
The
light shines on him
He
walks with thoughts in his head
The
many lies he had exchanged
Now
he looks at his eggs in the basket
A
young cyclist pedals by
From
the T-junction he never stops
He
cycles through and knocks
The
man with his eggs in the basket
“What
have you done?
I
lost all my eggs in the basket”
“I
am sorry I am sorry
I
ring my bell but you walk to me”
The
boy picks himself up
With
his bicycle he pedals on
“Hey
what about my eggs?”
He
throws him some cash
The
man looks at his empty basket
A
loss he gets his cash though he curses
He
has to walk back to the market
Under
the hot sun he walks on again
A
change is needed
Though
the nation stays on
The
people mustn't be worried
Broken
eggs can be replace
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