An Old Man on a Park Bench

Alone upon a bench sat he;

It broke my heart twofold to see,

For only yesterday the seat

Beside him warmed with her last heat.

 

But he fed birds and smiled at me,

Shrugged shoulders at the loss of she,

And tore into a joyful bleat–

For she was free and life was sweet.

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