Strolling along the park, looking for a place
To sit. Somewhere to ponder about life
Not being fonder.
Thinking about what had gone wrong. Why
My heart is always without a song; and
Wondering Where I belong.
Nowhere in particular, with loneliness
Close by. So sitting here gives me some
Hope, with little time to mope.
Then something happens and I am no
Longer alone.For company has arrived,
even if it is the ducks begging for bread,
And waiting for their time to go to bed.
Poems By ken makepeace 