Two Park Benches

Autumn rains and fall breezes In a park of empty benches and red leaves Somber moods and downcast skies Not a soul to ask at all the whys She saw him He saw her As both rushed from nowhere to there They glanced at each other but did not bother to stare So both benches remained lonely an empty As cold as the winter’s oncoming snow Love that may have sparked, sadly a no show The odds where against, it was one in twenty Love is a fickle force She was twenty he an older Norse Autumn tears and weary clouds For what was not, now would never be Thus this November brings out the sadness in me.