He sat on the bus bench
I knew he would not take the bus
Would he be there
When I returned
From my busy day?
My bus arrived
And I went forth
To meet with friends
Then walked in the marketplace
After a while
I returned home
Yes, he was still there
My day had been full
There was no time to waste
After all, it was Sunday
And I had lots to do
He had nothing to do
He just sat there all day
But he had something
I did not, could not have
He had time.
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