Solace Park
ah, sweet solace, pristine peace,
the greenery of this park soothes the eyes,
caresses the mind, unburdens the heart.
a week ago, a man of wealth and fame
sat on this bench and then, the papers said,
with a gun, he blasted away his brains;
but for a note about a heavy burden
of a hollow, easy life, of his death
in this park nothing more today remains.
right now, from atop this same silent bench
a little girl, barely three, happily hops
onto the soft grass, looks down and around,
curiously peers and smiles at an ant
that stumbles along with a hefty load,
cheering it on as it crawls on the ground.
ah, sweet solace, pristine peace,
the greenery of this park soothes the eyes,
caresses the mind, unburdens the heart.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2006
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