Despair Is Sitting On A Bench

In a square on a bench
There is a man who calls to you when you pass
He has binoculars an old gray suit
He smokes a cigarillo he is seated
And he calls to you when you pass
Or he simply gestures to you
Don’t look at him
Don’t listen to him
Just pass on by
Go on as if you didn’t see him
As if you didn’t hear him
If you look at him
If you listen to him
He gestures to you and nothing no one
Can stop you from going to sit next to him
Then he looks at you and smiles
And you suffer horribly
And the man continues to smile
And you smile the same smile
Exactly
The more you smile the more you suffer
Horribly
The more you suffer the more you smile
Irreparably
And you stay there
Sitting motionless
Smiling on the bench
Children play right by you
Passersby pass by
Tranquilly
Birds fly away
Leaving a tree
For another
And you stay there
On the bench
And you know you know
That you will never play anymore
Like those children
You know that you will never pass by anymore
Tranquilly
Like those passersby
That you will never again fly away
Leave a tree for another
Like those birds.

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One Response to Despair Is Sitting On A Bench

  1. NancyDL says:

    I’ve always liked this one. Thank you

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