The Old Bench

Remembering days a long time ago, thinking back on his life.
The little old man sat on a bench deep in thought about his wife.

Every day since she past, he will sit on that little wooden bench.
Smiling at the thought of when he jokingly called her wench.

Listening to the birds chittering in trees through the air.
His warming smile with grey eyes that blankly stare.

He looks happy and greets everyone with a smile and hello.
Such a happy ol' guy and a pleasent fellow.

Deep down inside he's just alone with his thoughts and memoriess.
And every morning he will clean the plaque made for her dirtied by the trees.