From all the things
That I could’ve possibly chosen
On that one grey morning of November
I chose to phase out on a bench
Eating vanilla ice cream
While reeling through the years
Of my existence
Spawning the thoughts I have thought
The places I’ve been to
The songs and lullabies I’ve heard
The tall and lonesome block
Across the pond across my bench
Fits right into the momentum
Gained by my little mind’s adventure
This whole saga
Of travelling everywhere
While standing still
Is interrupted by some children
Appearing from across the hill
They have no chill
Asking for no bill
They want to know my name
My purpose
I tell them about my times
Give them a few rhymes
They oblige and I grin
For a pleasure so thin
I bid farewell to the young souls
And throw the ice-cream wrap into the bin
Resuming thus my persistence
Over the daily adversities
And beyond