The Park (The Conundrum)

By Andrew R. Duckworth

There is a place I go to in my mind,
A large park along the riverside,
Where old men play chess and birds are fed
By familiar faces inside my head.
But I often wonder what would be
If the birds aren’t fed so graciously
By those who no one else can find
Because they live inside my mind.

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