The Park Bench

As I sit on a park bench the world passing me by I watch in amazement with my own eye the days grow to night and the nights grow to days as content I do sit stubbornly stuck in my ways.

A leaf it falls gently no sound does it make a car passes by with the squeal of a brake the seasons they change and the time it does pass as I sit alone parked here upon my own ass.

A young man turns to old while watching from on the side he sat on a bench while missing his ride and as our tale being told it does come to an end get up off the park bench and live life my friend.