Watching and waiting,
stuck in park.
People come and go;
I am the only constant.
Live and learn,
I bide my time.
Mirthful eyes
watch them pass.
You had your chance,
but squandered the opportunity.
I am beyond your reach;
better off for it.
I closed the store,
suckers no longer for sale.
No longer waiting, but
laughing while watching.
I get up from my seat, the chair sliding back, scraping on the bare floor. With one last smile, I look at the two of you. I hope he knows what he is in for, I laugh in the confines of my mind. As I walk out the door, I toss a final thought to you, one that you will never hear.
"When you grow tired of the game, look me up. I warn you, I won't be around forever."
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