Old Man

See the old man sitting on the bench Looking thru the wired fence He sits there every day Watching the children come and play Once he was young and strong Once with these children he did belong Now all gnarled old with years He watches thru his tears Oh how they can jump and run How they play in the hot sun He just sits on the bench and stares At his worn out body and white grey hairs Sitting there day after day Watching the children come and play Puts a smile on his old face Wishing he could be in their place