Cell Mate

You sit smiling on your swivel chair
Your cigar rings go round in the air
Your other hand the whisky cup
And the ash keep pilling up

How come you wear the familiar look
I see on the palm wine tapers face
When smile became a burden to take
And despair made to wear a dress

Your difference speaks out loud and clear
The diverse background stands to bear
Yet one the unity of the soul
To fate are you bound one and all