The Old Man In The PaRK

I sat by myself in the park one day,
watching the world go by,
and an old man came to sit down beside me
uttering a mourning sigh.

What’s the matter, old fellow? I asked with a smile.
He turned and started to say
that the whole world was rotten and nobody cared
when your hair began to go grey.

I could see from his dress that he wasn’t a tramp
that he was a respectable chap.
so, I asked if he wanted to share all his troubles
and he gave out a sad little sob.

He said that he’d just lost his job, through his age.
He was told he was no longer needed.
What use is my life? he asked from the heart,
when my old voice is no longer heeded.

But before I could answer a thing in reply
he stood up and went on his way
so I called him to stop, to come back and talk
and finish what he had to say.

He stopped for a moment, quite still, on the path
unsure what to do for the best
then he walked away quickly and left me alone
with my heart beating hard in my chest.

I got up and followed, discreetly at first,
but drew nearer the farther he walked.
As we neared the park gate and the traffic outside,
I thought of the way he had talked.

I was almost beside him, as he stood on the kerb,

watching the traffic flow by
when, without any warning, he flung himself forward
and died ’neath the wheels of a car.

The Old Man In The PaRK

Andrew  Bailey

Ilfracombe, United Kingdom

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