A lonely old man sits in a lonely little park thinking about his wasted years. Thinking about the cruelty of wars and the blood shed he helped cause. Looking back at his young adult years he wonders why he hurt his wife. Thinking back upon his kids  he asks himself why he neglected them so. Now you see this man was once a hero of sorts and had stories longing to be told. Now he is a washed up has been. He wonders why he turned to alcohol to numb his haunted memories. The wife and kids he never noticed left him years ago while he never blinked an eye or tried to stop them. Alone for years he has been. But his inner demons prohibited him. Then he got the news the worst news that a man can get. This old alcoholic has cancer and days are limited. The doctors say it could be months or even weeks before his clock stops. They say the cancer has progressed and treatments can't cure it. Looking back on his sorry life he wishes he could have been a better husband and father. But most of all he wishes he doesn't have to die alone. As I'm passing by I notice him setting on that bench like a sign or a omen just waiting to be read. I go over to say hi to him and as I reach to shake his weathered hand I realize that he has passed away. The only mourners at his funeral are a few little sparrows. Some people say it was the alcohol that killed him others believe it was indeed the cancer but I believe what took his feeble life was the loneliness he had endured for years.