Sitting alone on a park bench

She absentmindedly feeds bread

To the birds on the ground

Crowding around her feet


She is wondering why she

Is sitting here all alone

When she should be

With somebody


Wondering what it is

That keeps her from

Finally finding the

Love of her life


Remembering the time

She had so high hopes

Only to see opportunities

Fade away


To be abandoned to

A life of loneliness

Sitting on park benches

Feeding the birds


They say hope never dies

But they don’t tell you

How hard it is to live

With nothing but hope


  • Nicholas Browning

    Hope is a sword that is drawn at the cost of one's own blood. True indeed.

  • onepauly

    maybe she loved the birds. don't want to up one on you. (I hope) she finds someone she could love.

    • FredPeyer

      Paul, thanks! I am sure she loved the birds, that imaginary person of mine, and I agree that it would be nice if she could find an imaginary lover.

      • onepauly

        imagine ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!

      • burning-embers

        Its a good thing to have hope in your life but a bad thing if hope becomes your life. There are many things us hopefuls can do as well as hope. Like following your example of excellent writing.

        • FredPeyer

          Thank you burning-embers, you are a little (a lot) over the top regarding my writing, but greedy as I am, I gladly accept your comment! :-)

        • Louis Gibbs

          Good poem and a powerful last line, Fred! A home run! I love it when a poem has a killer ending such as this.

          • FredPeyer

            Thanks so much Louis, you are too kind. Me too I love "killer endings", try a lot, succeed only seldom. What I really like is when the ending is not a foregone conclusion, but something totally unexpected.

          • Michael Edwards

            And next to hope I would place the need (for many of us) to have a companion in life. Loneliness I guess more often than not goes hand in hand with hope. A very telling write.

            • FredPeyer

              Thank you Michael. You are right, where there is loneliness, there is usually also hope for change. But hope is passive, in order to initiate change one has to take action. But what, if there is no result? Eventually, all one is left with is hope. (This is all hypothetical!)

            • P.H.Rose

              Another very good work Fred.
              Like this one very much

              • FredPeyer

                Ahh, P.H., I think we might have to stop throwing compliments at each other, but I do appreciate it, earned or not.

              • Augustus

                Well illustrated.

                • FredPeyer

                  Thanks so much Augustus!

                • Goldfinch60

                  Super write, that feeling of hope showing up as hopelessness.

                  • FredPeyer

                    Goldfinch, you are right, I guess that if you have hope for a long time and nothing happens, that hope turns to hopelessness. Good comment, thanks!

                  • malubotelho

                    We have here more than hope because we can write and send messages. To DS/KS if I was your neyghbor I would visit you and your horse and we could laugh together because I laugh by myself reading your comments. You have more than hope because you have good humor. Thanks Fred. Very nice write indeed.

                    • FredPeyer

                      Yes Malu, this forum with all these wonderful writers and related souls does help. I for one am grateful to all of you.

                    • malubotelho

                      Yes Fred, me too.

                    • Cyprian Van Dyke

                      Interesting poem and moral. Gives thoughts to anyone reading this that can relate. Tyfs!

                      • FredPeyer

                        Thank you Cyprian! It is all the comments from you fellow writers that make this forum so much fun and educational.

                        • Cyprian Van Dyke

                          You're most welcome Fred! Affirmative.

                        • rita_ehn

                          This poem says so much. Hope gradually dwindles with every disappointment and becomes very difficult to maintain. Especially if, like you said in your comment, action has been taken and there is still no result. Good stuff.

                          • FredPeyer

                            Mahalo for your kind comment Rita. There is something fascinating about hope. It can pull us forward all excited or it can leave us behind, completely devastated.

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