Blog : The park bench

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3/25/2015 12:35 am

The park bench

The park bench.

Is it that age loses its vibrancy
That it goes unnoticed, a paling grey
Lost is the old, who has seniority
An elderly, who has outlived his stay

Now in an empty station sits the bench
A cold comfort in its green peeling faint
And the quiet rain in soft water’s drench
Erases the old man’s memory’s paint

Now is the park to a dark and gentle
Even the birds, now unfed, move away
Those who pass by are not sentimental
To the loss, the old man’s regular stay

Generosity is theirs, to heart’s wrench
In awareness of the empty park bench

Maudie1 74F

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3/25/2015 11:47 am

Very sad poem Ron, I have tears in my eyes

ronthepoet replies on 3/26/2015 11:57 am:
Ah, Maudie... Tears are a cleansing of the soul and a sense of universal love. You are a dear lady.