There was an old man
Who sat on a park bench for years
And nobody noticed
And the seasons changed
Like they often had

And still he sat

Unspoken  for

Nobody even knew he was there
Which is the same as not being there

But not to him
he knew he was there

Nobody

Stopped to ask him
If he had a wife that died
Or if he had caught the game last night

People just kept on
Passing

And the seasons

Kept on changing

And one day
He just simply wasn’t there

And nobody noticed or cared

It wasn’t even sad
Because
It was spring