Sitting here on the bench
Looking at the sandbox
Watching how the kids play
Running on the sidewalks
Hearing voices and sounds
Coming out from all sides
I remember the time
When I was young
Here it comes, my last breath
But what will happen next?
Looking at my old hands
They can rejuvenate
I’m still here near the bench
Playing with my new friends
Sitting in the sandbox
I’m a child again
I am here alone on my own ‘cause I’m old
Now I’m back to childhood and the sandbox is my gold