There was an old man
Who sat on a park bench for years
And nobody noticed
And the seasons changed
Like they often had
And still he sat
Unspoken for
Nobody even knew he was there
Which is the same as not being there
But not to him
he knew he was there
Nobody
Stopped to ask him
If he had a wife that died
Or if he had caught the game last night
People just kept on
Passing
And the seasons
Kept on changing
And one day
He just simply wasn't there
And nobody noticed or cared
It wasn't even sad
Because
It was spring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem