Days In The Park Poem by eliza keating

we meet each day
come rain or shine
me and a retired friend of mine
we sit in the park and reminisce
on those by gone years
that we sadly miss
looking back it doesn't seem
such a along time ago
or some far away dream

and then we 'll walk
on the leaf drenched path

strolling will we have a laugh

it seems my friend's
is late this day

the thought I'm thinking

push away

he'll come, we would not leave me here
again i push away this fear

and to myself, i make a bet
my friend he wouldn't leave me yet

at last his voice i hear again
behind me saying, looks like rain

eliza