I'M AN OLD MAN/ I CAN SIT ON THIS PARK BENCH
I'm an old man
I can sit on this park bench
Forever
The cool breeze
The rest the relaxation
Are mine as long as
I want them to be
I am an old man
Free of needing to get anywhere to anyone
For anything
An old man
Enjoying the cool wind and the rest
Before he goes home to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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