As I walked by the railway
On Saturday Night
A figure before me
Was ashen and white
He limped, looking up
At the stars in the sky
I walked towards him
With a glint in my eye
But as I got to,
where I judged, we should meet
He was still far away
Far down the street
I could not work that out
How could that be
Then I knew who he was
and actually
He had come close to look
Deciding that I
Could stay a bit longer
Before I must die