BENCH AT PARK

   Four senior guys above seventy 
   were accustomed to morning walk
   in the close by park, forming a group.
   They gossiped daily sitting on a bench.

    One day, the number became three.
   Next year another was absent : Then  third one.
   The lone one survived for few months.
   Now the bench is vacant to mourn.

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