THIS MAD MAN IS MY FRIEND

He took a step at a breath

one before the other

like one having a sore under feet

He wore an old shoe

bigger than his foot
ready to go off at a step

He almost covered his hair

like one from the Tuareg

And from his eyes 
that light winked at me

I know he remembered me

but will not talk when I approached him

I know he knew me

but lost in speech and thoughts

I know he knew me

we used to play in our youth

and roamed these streets

Now a stranger to it

Oh, this madman is my friend