I see the old man sitting on the bench every morning as I walk past.
He sits there, in the same clothes
the same spot
the same position
and the same expression everyday.
I wonder what he's thinking about, or why he sits there like that everyday.
But everyday I walk past thinking
what is his life like?
Where did he come from?
What happened to him?
He wears these jeans that are too short, a shirt that's worn, and gloves with holes.
I wonder if he had a good life before this, if he had a job, a family, a ton of friends.
I go back to him later and sit down with him and talk.
I sit with him.
"Why are you sitting with me?" He asks. 'Well why not?' I say back.
I sit down and he gives me a confused smile and looks forward.
I ask what his name is and he tells me Bo.
He proceeded to tell me about his life and how he used to be an ordinary man.
Then he leaned back
took a deep breath at the sky
and closed his eyes.
"I like my life. I'm happy" he says.
I smile, lean back, take a deep breath at the sky and say,"yeah me too."
