He was lost: it felt like hours
since he'd known his way.
He hadn't seen a single soul
to ask where his route lay.
He went one way, then another.
He took this road then that,
but nothing seemed familiar-
he was lost and that was that.
He didn't know which way to go.
The streets all looked the same.
He started to retrace his steps,
go back the way he came.
He saw a lighted window
and went in with a cheer.
The barman said, "Back so soon?"
And poured another pint of beer.