Outlook

We sat on a bench in a park;

A placed we'd made love in the dark.

But on this sunny day a lonely old man,

Found solace with pidgeon feed in hand.

As we watched him feeding the birds, Behind him the bushes were stirred,

And out popped a laughing little kid,

Who chased the birds and screamed as he did.

The frown on the old fellows face

Made us grin as we took it all in,

A charming little slice of life, 

Had unfolded right before our eyes.

Later, back home on the couch, 

The same couch we'd longed for through months on the bench,

We had rented Iron Man and together held our breathes

As Iron Man battled the bad guy to death

The bad guy had lifted a van, 

And in doing so put a family in danger,

You tssked and said 'I can't believe how mean he is being'

And I stared at you in adoring wonder.

The reason I like benches and couches,

Is because I like to share your world view,

But when I step back to look at who I've been looking with,

There's no view that's better than you.