Woodside Park
By Don Barbera, ã1999

While you were gone on business, I decided to catch up my exercise;

because I’ve been eating too good and have started to worry about my size.
I laced on my favorite jogging shoes, threw my stuff in the back of the Mark,
called mamma and said I’d be there later, then I drove off to Woodside Park.
I hadn’t been there in years, but it was a place I often thought of;
because it’s impossible to forget the place where we first fell in love.
Ran with the flowers on nature’s trail, until I worked up a glistening sweat,
I ran to the glade where we used to go, drank some water and sat to rest.
I hadn’t been sitting long, when I saw a couple beneath the trees;
I smiled quietly to myself, because it made me think of you and me.
I gazed with pleasant imagination, Taking in the loving view;
but the smile slid from my broken face, when I realized—it was you.