"I Used To Love The Park"--

Watching as people traverse the grass,

Under the refined summer's rays,

I sit, eyes half-closed, and thinking

"Gone now are the days."

...

The birds stretch their eager wings,

Taking to the skies as they may,

But I sit, legs planted, believing

"Gone now are the days."

...

The trees glow bright with green,

Their branches in the breeze begin to sway,

And I sit, arms folded in, reaffirming

"Gone now are the days."

...

The dirt grows moist with life,

A few shades above my decrepit gray,

While I sit, molded there, asserting

"Gone now are the days."

...

Still as a stone, stiff, cold yet pained,

Wondering if I lacked life or life lacked praise,

Eyes half-closed, legs planted

Arms folded and body molded,

I will sit, still regretting,

"Gone now are the days."

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