EveryDay Illusion

He places himself on a park bench

watches a squirrel scurry by,

clouds tumble in the sky

picks at his tooth and hears a cry

children playing on exercise bars

this park often ventured in.

Richness in their laughter

he too once basked with his own

parents happy at the fun they bring,

how he hungers for those days again.

Aged wrinkles leave an impression

he’s just an old man --

finer memories tell him no.