Strolling In The Park

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.