I sat down by myself on the park bench
contemplating...how funny life is -
how one minute you think something is forever,
and then itís not,
but you donít really care...after awhile...
how you think you are one way, not at all like your parents,
and then you start to see things through their eyes...
how the days used to drag on,
then they started to pass more quickly
and, now, oh how time does fly!
I just sat down on this bench in the park
to read my book and listen to the wind
and the trees, swaying gracefully,
instead, seeing all thatís passed,
and wondering how I ever thought I knew
what was yet to come...the twists and turns, the blind alleys,
a future - now all in the past
and here I am, the way I am,
not at all like Iíd once pictured myself...different,
looking back at the stranger I passed.