The Pond

I see a very old lonely looking man Walking as though he is deep in thought As he does his daily walk around the park pond Then he sits while pondering on the park bench After many weeks of this, i decided to sit next to him And i gently questioned him as to did he have any troubles or strife He said to me look, my son if you get as old as me, for i am now 93 I still, mourn for the love of my wife who passed away 30 years ago Before and after she became my wife we would walk hand in hand Around this pond, giving each other hugs and talking about our life together We made a pact that when one of us would die before the other The one left behind would still live life and do the things in life we planned So when i walk around the pond am thinking what would she like me to do that day While i sit on this bench i am picturing her beauty and elegance But each month it's getting harder because a bit of her fades away She would like me to give to you some advice That would be if you love someone, say it to her every morning as you start the day If you have a tiff don't stand with a stiff upper lip Give her the tightest hug and kiss Whisper softly down her ear that your love for her grows more every day When he had finished he stood up and slowly walked away Since that day i haven't seen that old man again I would like to think that he is reunited with his wife if he has passed away

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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