Christopher Misener

Grace in Time

Chris wonders how a poem published by poetry.com years ago is not in this databank?






Old men in the park
sit and watch the birds fly by
Day by day they come and go
never know just when to die
Seems they all just disappear
when one is gone anothers here
But they seem happy in thier grief
thier place in time's just like a leaf
Falling gently from the tree
Because when it lands thier truly free
And life is long and hard and cold
and not everyone finds thier gold
But living well isn't much to ask
and a happy life is an easy task
And thats why old men in the park
sit and watch the birds fly by

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