the old man

The old man sits on the bench

In the park under the cloudy sky

The dim light of the day...

He looks around the park

He listens to the birds chirping away

The sound of gaiety in merriness

The waterfall splashing around its perimeter

The sound of children voices of scolding

The playground full of children

Adults standing by to supervise

The sound of laugher and screaming

The children enjoying time of their lives

He takes out a cigarette

He thinks he wants to smoke

Then he sees the sign on the tree

He puts it away quickly

Nature sings her blessing

Caressing the leaves and branches

The cool breezes stroke his hair

He listens to the echo of his youth

The fire of the mind

The body strong and healthy

The tasks seemed easy to handle

In the decades he tried

He wanted to make the grade

Thinking ways to make a buck

Time moved on and age took its toll

He was nowhere near what he thought

Time wrote its pages

The story wasn't good in his ears

He knew he would have to make it

But life had passed him by

Now he looks at the children

Playing happily at the play ground

Without a worry of their lives

The children are beautiful kids..

The parents hide under shades

Of trees and canopies nearby

The sound of children at play

The old man smiles away

A group of young men passing by

They are whistling with their songs

“Let's there be a tomorrow

In the chaos there must be a rainbow”

The old man picks up the tune

He looks up to the sky

The dark clouds never go away

So he watches the young men walking by

One guy turns around

“Hey uncle, what's life to you?

You are thinking about it right?”

“Life is what you made it out”

The young men stop and walk back

“You must have loaded experiences to tell

We want to hear it from an experience man”

“There is nothing to tell”

“How come,uncle?

Every one has a tale or two to share”

“You make your own choices

You carve your own life footprints

You can learn from others mistakes

But you will make the same ones anyway

You think you have learned it all

The cycle will make you a fool

Learn to live like the children

Tomorrow can wait you don't have to worry

Enjoy the gifts of today...

For it will not wait for you”

The young men ponder

They decide to walk away

Whistling a tune in cloudy sky

As the old man watches

“We are young; we don't have to worry

Tomorrow can wait for all we want

Today we have to make the best of our gifts

The pages will be written of our times”

The children laugh and scream

The parents voices ring in the open field

The cool breezes circle them around

As the old man watches