The Old Man

An old man in the park
All alone in the dark
He sits there with his cane
Waiting for us to complain
He feeds the ducks with bread
In front of the pond named dread
He looks at us walking
He hears us talking
He finds it depressing
So he gives us his blessings
He speak to those who talks to him
Then they talk and talk and talk
So one day i decided
To confront this old farted
And he spoke to me with words
Words that i have never heard
His lesson was simple
His message was clear
I threw a rock to the pond
And this is what he told me
"For every wave that rock makes,
Theres a story for you that waits,
It would be a fairy tale but a lesson,
A lesson that you can never await."