The Old Man

The lonely old man sits on a bench in the park
He can still hear the leaves and smell the bark
His cane is the oldest friend he's got
And he relentlessly reminisces
On his long-gone adolescence
The unspoken iridescence of those days

He did not want to go on anymore
As he suffered from memories of yore
That sprinkled in his mind like the snow
Of their beautiful winters together
Of the times that were before

The snow is white unlike the
Shadows that fall upon it
Like her porcelain beauty
Her lacy skin
He kept her memory always within

He cried - Why did you leave?
Why couldn't you stay with me?
His precious pearl had fallen
Back into the sea

A terrier trotted along the way
Which licked the old man's hand
Which had fallen to his side
He could hear the wedding bells
As he united with his beloved bride--
Perla Jo