10-10-2015, 03:14 PM
An elderly man
On a park bench he ponders
Just why he's sitting alone
And his mind wanders
He remembers days past
Now his lifes history
But why he's alone
Is still quite the mystery
He knows his heart is grand
And overflows with love
Yet still no companion
No angel from above
He'll feed his winged friends
And watch the children play
And wonder what a family does
At the end of its day
Hearing voices throughout the house
Family dinner made with care
He yearns to know what that's like
But life is often unfair
He's lived life with love
Showed nothing but kindness
Yet still no beauty to adore
As 20/20 sight turns to blindness
Inside he is so alone
Angry from a wasted life
Tears sometimes escape
Wanting children and a wife
But alone he shall die
No one at his side
Never becoming a father
And never taking a bride
Absolute randomness of reality