Lonely Man On Park Bench

Winter snow falling cold breezes blowing blanket off him, as he tries desperately to sleep. Such a lonely man is he, never thinking it would happen to him, but could happen to any one of us at any time. He once had a family and many friends, but now he is too proud to turn to any one for help. He looks up at the old bridge up above the raging river, thinking of taking a walk up there and ending it all, but hesitates for a moment and tries to get some sleep, maybe tomorrow things will be better, can't be any worse. Written 7-22-11