The park

[PernellRodocker]

In the warmth of the sun on a bench in the park,
I sat to see the people as their troubles pass me by.
I listened with my eyes and I saw with my heart,
Oh, the many sorrows that they bear not knowing why.
I heard the loneliness of a heart that beats with pain,
My lover, my friend, my wife, has left me for another.
I strained to hear a woman that was mumbling to herself,
Well, I should've said and done, too late I've lost my brother.
The loads that we carry seem to often hard to bear,
So I sat upon the bench that day just listening with my heart.
I heard a person cry and look up while pounding chest,
No job, no car, I've little ones... and now I must restart.
I fed a little squirrel some peanuts from my hand,
And I saw some pretty red birds flying through the trees.
There was a young woman with a child in her arms,
She was fumbling through her purse looking for some keys.
Though she seemed a bit distraught while she held the baby tight,
I could hear her gently singing of a pony in a fair.
The child that she held was the only heart at peace,
So I sat upon the bench that day in the park without a care...

By: Pernell R. Rodocker