park bench, three down <br />from old bill playing chess <br />with himself <br /> <br />the birds sing summer song <br />old bill mumbles, “rook, king <br />castle” <br /> <br />children run past, mad young <br />crazy with life lungs, the birds <br />fly away <br /> <br />old bill doesn’t glance up <br />seems to say, “I’ve seen where <br />you are going younguns, <br /> <br />“laugh before life <br />takes your queen”<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-bill/
