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On a Bench

As she approached the public bench that wooden miserable affair, sizzling below the the summer sun, withered, peeling and unkempt, she reckoned that five-letter word and all the meanings it could stir had it been another soul thinking about it. Had this fair lady been a judge, she could immediately recall the very day she took the bench to glower over every wrong. A baseball player would abhore the mere sight of one in case his bottom was all warm and slack by sitting on one in each game. A metal worker would think work A gymnast would start working out A miner would dig a wide ledge A backbenching MP aspires for the front. Yet she is but a gilted girl sitting each noon on this same bench he once had said he'd go away no longer loving her to stay.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 7/11/2024 2:39:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 12/8/2017 3:34:00 PM
An excellent poem..
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Archontoula Alexandropoulou
Date: 12/11/2017 2:26:00 AM
Thank you, Silent One. Hope you have a wonderful December!

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