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.
Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2013
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