He
sits on the lawn in his chair
Watching
the children go to school
And
he wishes he could walk with them
He
watches the vehicles speeding by
And
wishes he were behind the wheel
He
watches the strollers, the bikers
And
wishes he could be one of them
The
wind ruffles his hair
And
he thinks that
If
he could just feel the grass under his feet
And
the breeze on his face
Just
one more time
Then
he wouldn’t even mind dying
A
single tear trickles down his cheek
And
is dried by the breeze
Soon,
the nurse comes and wheels him inside
And tells everyone what a good day he has had