The Old Man And The Birds Poem by James Fredenburg
The Old Man And The Birds
The old man
sat down gently
on the park bench
in the warm spring sunshine.
He was old
and wrinkled
just like his clothes.
He opened
his jacket
and took out
a loaf of bread
he had brought
to feed the birds.
As he tossed
little bits of bread
to his friends
he thought that
he wasn't lonely
anymore.
He just wished
he could still fly.
Saturday, March 17, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,birds,lonely
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