Do you remember
As a child
When the neighbour
Pissed off
Chided you?

Did you get angry
Because he shouted
Or embarrassed
Because he was right?

After all, throwing a ball
Into his house’s window
Wasn’t the best idea

Or when you think
Now that you have grown
Was he angry
Because of the window only?

Had he any hidden sorrow
Or a mournful thought of mind
Was he off to live tomorrow
Was his yesterday soft and kind?

If I live long and prosper
Only this story I will tell
For there’s no song, nor a poem proper
To grasp the sight of a soul in hell.