Clare and John

Here sits Clare, a lonely sole the outer self, long gone Her human spirit departed her, as did her lover, John John left Clare for a younger lass, he left her for a wench Now she sits out her lonely days, on a lonely old park bench Yellowed bone is all that’s left, all that’s left of Clare The odd stray dogs might have a sniff but even they don’t care Clare and John were lovers once, the girl and boy type thing Upon her bony finger, sits a loose engagement ring They once danced across the poppy fields, fell in love, at a glance A happy couple long ago, an old fashioned romance Clare will soon, rest in peace, as her crumbling bones decay She will never know the happiness of a happy wedding day The Park Bench Contest Picture 6 22/11/2018