On this bench, I sit, I ponder, I over-think Of life's mistakes both past and present Leaves a question of where i began to sink!
A dark crisp wintry day, blocking the light Just like my thoughts in every way
Until a faint whisper of a fragile approach Brings you a redbreast, face lined with grey Tiptoeing around my paused emotions
Who sends this bird? A beacon of light A beacon of hope A sentiment message to be heard
A sudden escape To peak with admiration of a robin with his cape
Now you see me, A quick look and you fly away And as i watch i feel a smirk, if even a smile which i bring with me as i leave to continue this dreaded day