He sits in the park on the red bench
studying his subjects that he loves to write
two pine trees sanding tall
joggers running, wondering what their minds are thinking
is it money or friend or foe?

His look out at life brings others to their knees
one more harness of a beautiful churning mind
he can only wonder,
looking down at the pond, a young woman sits and waits
wanting to go sailing ...

He studies life, his love for mankind makes his heart so kind
closes his eyes to hear the wind,
looking at the buildings in the far distance
the light goes out in his mind, like a house of cards
the injustice of so many brings a damper on society ...

He guides his life back to the normal,
as he guides the ones he loves with a smile
he whispers so silently, love is here, don't cry
we will survive ...

All that knows him, adores him
he holds all beyond esteems
with respect and loving kindness
as he closes his eyes and prays ...

Debbie Brooks 2014