Park Bench

A little boy passes a homeless man sitting on a bench. Curious the boy asks him, "Don't you have a house?" The man stares then gives the little boy a smile. No, the bench is all I have and these pigeons are my friends. The boy says not a thing, but gives the man his red balloon. The boy smiles back as he leaves, but stops to wave goodbye. Many years have passed and this boy is now a man. He walks pass the same park bench that he hadn't passed in years. Empty now, except for a few pigeons pecking at the ground. Pondering about the old homeless man, he momentarily leaves. Before long he returns and ties a red balloon on the empty bench. Then he feeds the few pigeons and whispers, "Goodbye Friend!" These two words fly upward upon the grace of wings.