There’s an old bench seat In a quiet city street I like to sit on Now and then It exudes a quiet charm No cause for alarm And comforts me Like and old friend I can sit here and reflect Understand and respect What life has been To those who surround Plan my next move Get into the groove Or just wait To see what will astound........
Comments (13)
Rob
Nicely written,
Regards Mick.
I can sit here and reflect
Understand and respect
We all can use such an old friend. Thanks for sharing yours.
Really enjoyed this poem, nothing like a old bench to contemplate life ;)