He sat there lonely, very sad
Redundancy was very bad
You’re too old at forty-eight
Go and sit, and wait – and wait.
And after he had sat and waited
Pride had gone, he felt deflated
No one would ask him
No one would care
Who’d want to know
Why he was sat there!
And thus he sat as he was told
On old park benches, tired and cold
Until one day he simply died
Nobody missed him, nobody cried.
He was far too young at fifty-seven
To leave his bench and find his Heaven.
But, no one had asked him
No one had cared
His dignity gone
He’d completely despaired.
Enjoyed 🙂
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