Two Pm on Saturday

He was sitting there getting cold
on the park bench getting lonely  
he wished that someone
would sit with him and speak
touch him with their words
or with a kindly hand
 
he was loved once, someone dear
such a beauty, how he cherished her  
loving her hard, holding her to him
through tears and fears, brought up a child
through illness, he held her to his chest
holding hands, laughter and loving  
 
seasons changed and so did they
warmth of summer changed to endless winter
he felt her growing further and further away
as their child grew older  
and  moved away
she grew away too in her heart
love had curdled in her, his love was not needed  
 
freezing him out, his heart went cold  
indifference and her constant refusal
killed his passion to hold her  
until at last she moved away
from room to room  
and then out of the house
 
until at last his warmth derived
was only from pretty bottles  
he didn’t care, he didn’t live
his only child had turned her back
he dreamed of sunny days on beaches
snoring under the Banyan tree
 
[i]I will stay here forever
walking on the long sandy beaches  
under the bright tropical sun
I won’t return to my park
I just want to be by myself
I don't want my cold bed  
not in my lonely house
where no one’s home[/i]
 
The Funeral will be held
at 2pm this Saturday.