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Loneliness
He was always there, the old man in his wrinkled suit. Sitting alone, on the same park bench. His old hands drawn, looking arthritic letting the sunflower seeds trickle between his fingers for the cooing pigeons. His chin resting on his chest. I tried to always say hello. He would look up, face expressionless, eyes sad and dark, but never a sound. He looked as lonely as the bare trees in November, or the empty playground with the light dusting of snow I couldn't tell if he was missing someone or just waiting for his time to run out. He reminded me of a corner street light on a foggy night, sad and lonely. Then one day the bench was empty except for the pigeons cooing their song of sadness. These days the bench is still empty. The pigeons have all left to accompany some other lonely soul. I look to my right down a deserted side street and think of the old man. A discarded newspaper blows aimlessly down the street. I wonder, "Am I looking into my future?" an original poem by Daniel Turner
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