Old man by the willow tree,
You rested your back on the cold bench,
Your face, lined with dark creases.
You told the night quietly your struggles.
Its soft breeze touched your forehead and kissed you with swift comfort.
Thus momentarily, the tired body finds rest.
It was heaven for you.
You avoided my smile, you fear I will know who you really are.
I wanted to ask you, but I'd rather not.
I wanted to ask you, how is life?
Does it really matter?
I was deep into these questions,
Suddenly you interrupted my thoughts,
You chuckled and gave me a welcoming smile!
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