The house with the view on the graveyard


All wear black,
Several shifts a day,
Everyday again all week.

This is the view he has.

No tears of happiness are witnessed,
When leaning out his window,
Plenty of friends are united though.

This is the view he has.

Expensive cars with drivers,
Shined up and hired for the occasion,
Parking for visitors only.

This is the view he has.

Rainy days no reason for sun,
Window closed and room cleaned out,
No air of boredom anymore.

He joined the view he had.