A Limousine hit a beggar and ran away.
He made a big laugh before he dies
And murmured in the moonlit night;
'Moon never appears as a witness in the courts
That I am sure, but I love her as I realized at last
She cannot come down.'
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-laugh-of-the-revolutionary-road/
