The Old Man
An aging old man
Sits on the park bench
As people walk by he says hi
He sits there alone
Feeding birds and such
A Mourning Dove coo’s at his side
The Pigeons all peck
At their food on the ground
As he throws bread all about
He watches the kids
as they play on the swings
And he tries to figure it all out
Where did the time go
One day he was young
And now the years have gone by
He grew old so damn quick
Seemed like over night
And says my how the time it did fly
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