Mr Watanabe

(Mr. Watanabe is the protagonist of the classic film Ikiru (To Live) directed by the late Akira Kurosawa)

What would you do if you had six months to live?
Whom would you help? What would you give?
Just when everything around him went dark
Mr Watanabe went to work – he built a park

A humble civil servant – old, sick and frail
All his lonely life he had done nothing but fail
The news of imminent death lit in him a spark
Mr Watanabe went to work – he built a park

His son didn’t care for him; his co-workers turned their backs
Like their brethren everywhere they were just bureaucratic hacks
All alone on his last endeavor he did bravely embark
Mr Watanabe went to work – he built a park

The thugs – they threatened him; the deputy mayor spurned him
But he was on a mission – none of this concerned him
There was a passion in his heart – it burned like an arc
Mr Watanabe went to work – he built a park

On a cold rainy night he sat on a park swing
He knew he was dying but he had one last song to sing
His haunting tune still rings in my ear – the plaintive cry of a lark
Mr Watanabe went to work – he built a park

When it’s my time to go I don’t know what I will do
Will I too build a park and dedicate it to you?
Or will I die regretting that I never made my mark?
Mr Watanabe went to work – he built a park

6 thoughts on “Mr Watanabe

  1. samvswami

    Strange that you post this today ! Just last night I woke up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat. My dream was a doctor diagnosing me with a most unusual problem of a growth of sharp tissues and cartilages behind my sternum that was puncturing my lungs slowly and making it difficult for me to breathe. The doctor was telling me that less than .0001 % have this condition and nobody has bothered to develop any procedures or surgery to cure it and I had a few hours or so left to live. I could barely breathe while the doctor was telling me that while I struggled to sit up in a hospital bed. Glad it was a dream / nightmare. Long time since I had such nightmares of dying – had several versions of these nightmares in my twenties when I was terribly insecure. First one since a long time was last night !

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