Charlie and Frank met at noon every day , on a bench in a park by a fountain just to watch the
people pass. Sometimes Frank would smile and sigh, Talk about the days that had gone by, Charlie politely smiled
showing Frank that he really cared. Who'd believe it been eighty years.
Nobody left but C and F, to live a
day at a time. Sometimes they drink wine. They get a little out of line. So little time.
Frank he waited,
but Charlie never showed. Now memories he shares now all alone. Charlies forgotten. To all but Frank. Who
even forgets now and then, but that's the way that it goes.
