What will be, will be
Sorry I'm so stoic
On a park bench listening
To the old man sitting next to me
He's been coming to this spot
For more than 60 years
"Well, I guess some things just never change"
He stifles one more tear
Equanimity begins to fleet
He never thought
It wouldn't be concrete
Hanging up painting on the walls
Hoping they
Will never fall
Feeling time pass him by
But too afraid to feel again
But there's more to life than waiting
On what's coming in the end
But better yet
He regrets
You can't forgive what you forget
You can't forgive what you regret