There he lies on his favorite bench; in a park within the heart of the town
Most days he spends his time here, and naps on the bench
On a fall day, like today the grounds of the park are littered with leafs,
From the surrounding trees
There he lies, as people walk by, some wonder if the old man is ill
Does he need help, but they just look for a minute and then walk on
Some people look with a smirk, thinking the man must be homeless and that he brought blight to the park, and then they hurried past him
But the old timers who use the park know him well
His name is Joe, he not homeless he lives just across from the park
He has come to this park for the past 60 years
When he was young, his wife and kids would come
The kids would play at the playground, while he helps the love of his life put out the picnic lunch
Some of his neighborhood buddies would later drop by with their wives
Out would come the chesses sets so all the guys could play
The wives would talk for a while; as the kids played near by
This would go on into the warm summer night
Just before going home, after all the others had left
His wife and him would sit on the bench for a few minutes, talk a little, and laugh a little, then kiss
This would go on for many a summers they all gather in park to have fun and be together
But like all things, time changes, you just can’t stay in the pass
One by one all his friends would pass, seems like every few months he and his wife lost a friend
Also in his family one son went to war, and never came home
It’s been five years since his youngest daughter died of breast cancer
Then just last spring, his wife, he lost her, the love of his life
Now in his eighties, he looks back on this life, there sadness, yet when he remembers the past, those days in the park, a smile crosses is face
Oh, yes now that bench, where he lies, is a gift from his only living child
His daughter Ann bought it to honor her mother
Now days he comes with Ann and his only grandchild a little beauty name Sarah, she was name for her grandmother
Sarah loves to play in the park, and Ann sits strategically with one eye on Sarah and one eye on her dad, as he sleeps on their bench
Now I know you wondering how I fit in all this
Well at 2:45PM, today Joe while sleeping will pass away
Yes, I’m what you mortals call the angel of death, but that’s a misnomer, I’m just merely an extension of God, and really I’m the angel of life, I’m here to greet Joe’s soul and take him home
I understand why you mortals have pain at your lost, but parting is only for a short while
For you see where Joe is going is a place, where waiting for him is his wife, oh and that Son Joe Junior, who never make it home from the war, well in reality he did, his true home that is, and he’s looking forward to seeing his dad
The daughter, he watch suffer and die with great pain, well, she no longer has any pain and her face is all smiles knowing her dad will soon be arriving
Let’s not forget all those friends, there is a park in Heaven where there is a gathering, the chess boards are in place
Well, it’s about time for his soul to appear
It’s going to be hard on Ann and little Sarah, but they will get by
The point is that life is fleeting, such a short time, but it’s what you make of it that really counts
For in the end when you do pass, it’s only the memories that you will have
Like I just told Joe as we walk to the skies, Death is only one step in our lives!
The Bench
There he lies on his favorite bench; in a park within the heart of the town
Most days he spends his time here, and naps on the bench
On a fall day, like today the grounds of the park are littered with leafs,
From the surrounding trees
There he lies, as people walk by, some wonder if the old man is ill
Does he need help, but they just look for a minute and then walk on
Some people look with a smirk, thinking the man must be homeless and that he brought blight to the park, and then they hurried past him
But the old timers who use the park know him well
His name is Joe, he not homeless he lives just across from the park
He has come to this park for the past 60 years
When he was young, his wife and kids would come
The kids would play at the playground, while he helps the love of his life put out the picnic lunch
Some of his neighborhood buddies would later drop by with their wives
Out would come the chesses sets so all the guys could play
The wives would talk for a while; as the kids played near by
This would go on into the warm summer night
Just before going home, after all the others had left
His wife and him would sit on the bench for a few minutes, talk a little, and laugh a little, then kiss
This would go on for many a summers they all gather in park to have fun and be together
But like all things, time changes, you just can’t stay in the pass
One by one all his friends would pass, seems like every few months he and his wife lost a friend
Also in his family one son went to war, and never came home
It’s been five years since his youngest daughter died of breast cancer
Then just last spring, his wife, he lost her, the love of his life
Now in his eighties, he looks back on this life, there sadness, yet when he remembers the past, those days in the park, a smile crosses is face
Oh, yes now that bench, where he lies, is a gift from his only living child
His daughter Ann bought it to honor her mother
Now days he comes with Ann and his only grandchild a little beauty name Sarah, she was name for her grandmother
Sarah loves to play in the park, and Ann sits strategically with one eye on Sarah and one eye on her dad, as he sleeps on their bench
Now I know you wondering how I fit in all this
Well at 2:45PM, today Joe while sleeping will pass away
Yes, I’m what you mortals call the angel of death, but that’s a misnomer, I’m just merely an extension of God, and really I’m the angel of life, I’m here to greet Joe’s soul and take him home
I understand why you mortals have pain at your lost, but parting is only for a short while
For you see where Joe is going is a place, where waiting for him is his wife, oh and that Son Joe Junior, who never make it home from the war, well in reality he did, his true home that is, and he’s looking forward to seeing his dad
The daughter, he watch suffer and die with great pain, well, she no longer has any pain and her face is all smiles knowing her dad will soon be arriving
Let’s not forget all those friends, there is a park in Heaven where there is a gathering, the chess boards are in place
Well, it’s about time for his soul to appear
It’s going to be hard on Ann and little Sarah, but they will get by
The point is that life is fleeting, such a short time, but it’s what you make of it that really counts
For in the end when you do pass, it’s only the memories that you will have
Like I just told Joe as we walk to the skies, Death is only one step in our lives!
Guildford H Windley
March 2, 2018
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Daydream
It is a mild autumn day.
The leaves have fallen
A gentle wind dissipates
The smell of burning leaves.
A perfect day to lie down
on a bench and daydream.
No more days
when pressures of
the work-a-day world
did not permit a stroll
on an autumn afternoon.
On the Bench He Sleeps
He tucked his stiff arm a pillow for his head
An old wooden bench served as his bed.
He slept though the autumn cool as it stirred the leaves
Remembering his last meal of corn bread, potatoes, beans.
His stomach growled, and he shivered from the cold,
These days his body ached, and he felt so old.
Of all the ills that could befall one man,
They happened to him over and over again.
Sunrise and barely the warmth from the sun,
He is alive, and a new day has begun.
Still he lays hoping for a ray of light,
To spread warmth and ease his plight.
© Cynthia Clark
A solid bench to hold my weight
I fall asleep
Wishing for a blanket to keep me warm
Wondering who will catch me should I fall
If you see me please say hello let me know you care
Let me know that someone is there