On a Bench

I was sitting on a bench, by the sunshine being drenched When a strange situation took place Someone sat next to me; from where he came I didn’t see And I couldn’t get a good look at his face Then he whispered in my ear, “Do you know why I am here” And strangely, I thought that I might I sensed his presence once before, standing in the bedroom door When my father passed away in the night I listened to a distant drum, knowing that my time had come And asked if I could just bask a little longer He said, “That beating is your heart, the journey we did start” And I felt his grasp get a little stronger They found me slumped on that bench and in my hand I had clenched The pocket watch I inherited from Dad Time means nothing more to me, now that I am history Now my son has the watch we once had