What was his name the one I saw there

Alone, filled with sorrow and despair

For he was old and tired and scared

Under the willow tree that he spent his afternoon there

For I was watching

Curious to see

What he was thinking about

What he was looking to find

Ripping grass and throwing rocks

It looked like he wanted to find some peace

He was holding a picture

Of a woman in it

Was it his wife was he a widower

Heart broken and all alone

It made me want to cry

That sight to see

For he loved someone

And that is anybody can see

Was it a memory with the willow tree

Does it remind him or her and there memories

Together happy and well

With joy and happiness

Does he miss the old times of her when he was holding her hand

He grabs a handkerchief and blows inside it

Tears streaming down now and one fell on it

The tear on the picture stood there

Falling down her face

He folded the handkerchief and walked away