He staggered on the road, drunk,
Intoxicated with delusions
Singing a song without melody
Staggering from side to side

Pausing to deliver a speech
Resuming his song
Only he could understand
His world his, ours to us belong.

The evening setting sun spoke
Of the end of a day
But he in his own world
Sang away and spoke away
The happiest I think
Not caring for beginning
Or end of the day.

Suddenly, he staggered
Landed in the drain
Willing hands pulled him out
Ensured he was well on his way.

Then
When he was far away from them
They laughed and laughed
Amused at the event
But I could not laugh.

I found it unnecessary to laugh.