The old man sits on the park bench.
He feeds the birds.
He plays chess with an old Navy Buddy...
Memories shared with tenderness to valor
of the yester year that become fussy and dirty,muddy.
Flashbacks to the battles fought.
Families built on foundations of their own family names.
Defining the future of the grandchildren and children.
Humor adds to clear the pain of a lost yesterday.
As the elder whipes a misquito flying from near his ear.
Stories in the fashion of "Forrest Gump." brings color
as crowds listen in the park.
To listen to the wisdom of those who helped shape their "today"
Intrigued by their topics, they fail to leave, they pull up a chair and stay.
The two chess playing elders sharing whimiscal tales of old...
Scrolls of the writings of confus of fortunes fortold come to light
as people become warm through listening to great memories
and avoiding the void of connection which was the cold.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
The old man sits on the park bench.
He feeds the birds.
He plays chess with an old Navy Buddy...
Memories shared with tenderness to valor
of the yester year that become fussy and dirty,muddy.
Flashbacks to the battles fought.
Families built on foundations of their own family names.
Defining the future of the grandchildren and children.
Humor adds to clear the pain of a lost yesterday.
As the elder whipes a misquito flying from near his ear.
Stories in the fashion of "Forrest Gump." brings color
as crowds listen in the park.
To listen to the wisdom of those who helped shape their "today"
Intrigued by their topics, they fail to leave, they pull up a chair and stay.
The two chess playing elders sharing whimiscal tales of old...
Scrolls of the writings of confus of fortunes fortold come to light
as people become warm through listening to great memories
and avoiding the void of connection which was the cold.
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