The people watcher

I used to sit on the park bench,
watching the world go by
from dawn till dusk each day,
I would see them laugh and cry



for I had nowhere to go
no place to call my own,
the bench was my home,
where I spent time alone



I would watch with the plant
with her leaves and stem
people living their life,
unaware I was watching them

The little girl who would cry,
coz her friends wouldn't play
she was too little for them,
they asked her to go away.

The couple who would meet,
everyday on the sly
they would chat away happily
away from every prying eye

Te young neighbourhood maid
who after a hard day's work,
would sit under the tree
and rest till dark

Mommies and their kids,
would come in the evening,
and have fun playing,
through autumn and spring.

For days months and years ,
Isat there and observed
moments of love, joy and sorrow,
in my memory were preserved

Tday was the end of my journey,
the journey of my life
it's time I rested,
away from hunger and strife

I lay there knowing
there is no one who would see
that the unknown tramp,
would no longer be

a kind soul took notice
not alive as I am
buried me right next to the bench
where I had spent all my time

now I hear people say
the empty bench is not the same
where did he go? the unknown tramp?
'The people watcher' that was his name