A down and out occupies a park bench from where he sits and watches the people passing by, Everybody is too busy with their own life to notice his very existence and when he dies nobody misses him, Was he ever really there?

Poem about a real place, a real tree on a real tower.

A story.

A silly little poem about how everything on this earth has a life,maybe even a puddle and that sometimes in life there are bullies.

Another fun attempt at Duff’s latest challenge.

This poem describes the relationship I had with a friend that passed away recently.

Is it?

The scoreboard strikes 0, and you celebrate with your team. But do you ever look at the other side?

It’s his eyes.

A man, clean cut, eye’s bright honed and focused sits down. He crosses his leg seemingly over enough to be uncomfortable. He is wearing a suit, obviously designer.