Old Bones

Old man sat on a bench In the park Feeding pigeons Bread from sandwiches. Happy children playing On swings and roundabouts Parents watching Hearts full of love and hope. Old man remembers Wife and children Long dead and buried House bombed in the war. Came home on leave Young soldier, from overseas Found home reduced to rubble Never to see his family again. Now, old bones Never took another wife But mourned broken hearted Enduring passing years. Smiles, hearing in his mind Voices of the dead Tearfully whispers "You are enshrined in my heart."