Balloon Man

Balloon man

He doesn't own a car or van

He sells on a bicycle.

His selling places change, mind fickles and it tickles.

First, he had a business of veg pickle

Which didn't last long

A looser, in life where did he go wrong?

However..he is over it...past is gone

Even though life turned unfair.

With those white hair, you will find him in a fair, another day in the station

He's got no desire or expectation.

When he is tired, in a corner he gets seated

Thinking of a wife who cheated

Children abandoned

Friends who took him for granted.

By God's grace

Still able to keep a smile in that face.

He doesn't sell balloons, he sells happiness