There are all types

I thought

Canvassing the comings and goings

Of the disorganized crowd

From the park bench

 

The slow walkers looking straight forward

The effervescent teenagers

The dogs walking their masters

The deep thinkers looking straight downward

The oblivious young couples

The screaming toddlers

The bird watchers looking straight upward

The aged loners

 

On and on they come and go

Through my life window

 

Then I realized 

I sit at the edge of the empty bench

As if unconsciously 

Advertising 

An opening

An invitation 

To a second chance