Making Old Bones

Old man, frail and ill, sitting on a park bench Suffering with blood pressure and anthric joints Feeding pigeons, throwing down bread From cheese sandwiches he made himself. Children playing on swings and roundabouts Parents watch, hearts proud so full of love Wondering what the future holds for them. Old man remembers beloved wife, long dead, Killed with their children by Hitler's flying bomb While he was a soldier away serving overseas. His mind was shattered with shock returning home And finding his house in rubble with family in graves. Hears now in his mind echoing voices of the dead And tearfully whispers, "We'll be together again."