Lonely World
Lonely World
It was the midst of autumn
I sat on a bench
Under the shade of a large maple tree
I saw a pair of warblers
Perching on one of Maple's branches
Singing to each other melodiously
Then my gaze shifted to a perfect couple
Dancing as if there was no tomorrow
And on the other end of the Maple
There was an old man feeding birds
Grinning like a Cheshire cat
And I thought to myself
What a lonely world it is