He sat alone on the bench
In the Mcpherson park
One shoe was wrapped with tape
His eyes were dark
He smiled as we handed him his lunch
His appreciation was much
We all gathered around to hear his story
to my surprise it wasn't full of fret or worry
A life of disease and anger had led him to this place
Sleeping outside in a cold dark space
He described his position as nice
This made me think twice
He said he loved to see the people and trees
But he really missed TV
The odd couple was his favorite show
If only people could know
But now i know
A man named Wayne who sits on a bench in Mcpherson park
While people walk by in disgust
This is cruel and unjust
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