He sat on a park bench,
every morning until noon,
and returned back in time
for afternoon tea
with his daughter.
He lived a quaint existence,
compared to the vibrant life
he previously possessed.
But that was, of course,
when she was still around.
Things slowed down once she
had passed,
and now, he doesn’t have the energy
he once did with her.
A life almost up,
and he spends his last ticking minutes
reminiscing on the life he’s lived,
and smiles.
It’s been good,
and that’s all I could ever
ask for.
