A man sits alone on a bench

waiting for the time to pass

he knows the end is coming

how long will he last

But He has no fear or grief

he knows he has done well

for his memory goes back

to a little boys bicycle bell

He remembers the store

where he bought that red bike

and the look on his boys face

he was just a little tike

He thinks of the day

that boys name was spoken

his education was done

a diploma his token

The memories of this boy

waiting at the alter

a boy now becoming a man

and praying he wouldnt faulter

His mind goes to the hospital

where he held his first grandchild

where had this time gone

it just seemed so wild

The memories of his wife

laying on her death bed

and having the family next to him

as crying, he lowered his head

Now he sits alone on a bench

but never forgotten he will be

through the lives of his sons

that's what will be his legacy