Misery

There is a soldier 
He's twenty almost 
He's got no hooter
His teeth are all lost 
Destroyed in the war
he drinks his coffee
before the counter 
which had been empty
He stirs into it
one sugar pack
right on top of his
of his ground black beans
There is a soldier 
who's nostrils do lack
who's mug's lookin' lean
Destroyed in the war
home on leave he is
to drink coffee
on Lauriston street 
At him I look back
with a moistened eye
my heart is twisting
my heart is breaking
I'm in misery
My grief's not held back
since I hate sugar like a maniac