Benched
BENCHED
Two old men shuffle by
Grey, anonymous, stooped,
Thinking of days gone by
When the world was simpler, sunnier,
Life was easier when they were stronger:
The days were longer, when they were younger.
Finding a park bench with only a pigeon occupant
Their tired search is over
And cigarettes are soon glowing in the fading light of sunset
And worn-out legs are spread
Over the dusty gravel.
Smoke comforts their memories, bench comforts their legs,
Chat comforts their lone lives - stripped of family, friends,
Strength, sight, dignity.
The cigarettes slowly dim, and the dark park
Closes for the night.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012
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