Feeding the Pigeons

He sits on the bench, day after day

Just to pass away the time

Feeding the pigeons his left over dinner

A man, well past his prime

He smiles and waves as people pass by

Like he's known them all of his life

A tragic story wrapped in loneliness

For one who's lost his wife

Thirty-eight years they were married

He's lost a piece of his heart

A woman who honered her wedding vows

Who promised, "Til death do us part"

He's not looking for companionship

For he will love her 'til the end

He wouldn't mind someone to talk to

Someone to call a friend

Time no longer has meaning

For it's just another day

So he sits on the bench, feeding the pigeons

Just to pass the time away

Reviews

[afra]

amazing .....i love ur work ..=)

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend......Whisk

[afra]

pleasure is all mine sir

[EileenMarie]

oh beautiful...... so touching! Great poem