Park Bench 286 - Boston Common - Christmas

Park Bench #286 Boston Common Christmas Colder, less comfortable, holding court with weakly trembling sun I offer my scant refuge - a silent moment - awaiting life’s unrepentant penitents. I listen as regret stings the faded paint of weathered necessity, as tears make me cry for the rain. I am scarred by the knife points of broken hearts, stained by the tremors of spilled wine, splintered by the pain of anger’s boots. The lights glisten in the icy winds mocking me - they dance across the crumbled snow, carolers pass by rushing to sing of joy at well lit windows. A tattered coat slides wearily accepting my offer the crusted weight of a life seeking the solitude of loneliness. John G. Lawless ©11/26/2018