Nobody stops,
They pretend they don't stare,
When they see you, old man,
just sitting there.
On that brown painted bench
in that popular park,
Sometimes until way after dark.
Sometimes you bring some feed for the birds,
And people know you as being quite absurd.
But only when they look close do they see,
The plaque that says
"Vivian, my love, RIP".
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