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Lonely Man on Park Bench
Winter snow falling
cold breezes blowing
blanket off him, as he
tries desperately to sleep.
Such a lonely man is he,
never thinking it would
happen to him, but
could happen to any one of us
at any time. He once had
a family and many friends, but now
he is too proud to turn to any one for help.
He looks up at the old bridge
up above the raging river, thinking of
taking a walk up there and ending
it all, but hesitates for a moment
and tries to get some sleep,
maybe tomorrow things will be
better, can't be any worse.
Written 7-22-11
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