Park Bench

 

The same park bench sits idly one day

On a clear autumn morning or a shadowy wintry evening

The same memory pierces the breeze

Have come, we listened to the murmur of the trees.

 

We sat here, many times, many days

Unmindful of the bigger scheme of things

Together we picked up the whispers of fears and pain

Hoping to hold eternity again and again.

 

I know you'll be back to visit the park bench

Not just to rest or find a sleepy sparrow

But bring the past and move the morrow

As if some footsteps need to follow.

 

You'll play the tune, you'll sing our song

And wait for summer and autumn bloom

But far in other park benches somewhere

A friend in his heart will always remember.

 

 

November 18, 2007