Parks. I have seen many through the years. To walk through one is something rare.
      Yet today I walk through this park and I sit on a bench. Which I never done before.
But here I am on a bench feeling sad and blue. No one else around me except for a pigeon or two. I reach into my bag and I tossed them out some food.Who would of thought I would ever say I found a friend in a pigeon today,while sitting in the park on a bench.
       My heart has been broken and Im feeling quite lonely. For time has not yet healed my wound.
So I come here to sit, in the park on this bench with my head down and  I dwell.
Not long ago I would have never thought a bench would comfort me so well. Its always here and  always has room for me as well.
Now every time I'm feeling sad, the park is where I go Just me ,the bench and the pigeons, which are now my new  found friends.