March 11


Passing it by, or toward it folks stride,

Upon the weathered slats their bottoms reside.

Many will contemplate schemes with pride,

Others in shame and grief undignified.

Promises made while adulterers lied,

Broken-hearted lovers sat here and cried.

Hopes and dreams shattered and defied,

Crying over a pet which recently died.

Long walks to find a place to hide,

And consider how life could be simplified.

Whether eating lunch that’s been deep-fried,

Or watching with patience the out-going tide.

A place with friends to sit and confide,

Deeper into their lives, information pried.

Secrets and agreements can’t be denied

By sundry a traveler this bench occupied.


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