Two Park Benches
Autumn rains and fall breezes
In a park of empty benches and red leaves
Somber moods and downcast skies
Not a soul to ask at all the whys
She saw him
He saw her
As both rushed from nowhere to there
They glanced at each other but did not bother to stare
So both benches remained lonely an empty
As cold as the winter’s oncoming snow
Love that may have sparked, sadly a no show
The odds where against, it was one in twenty
Love is a fickle force
She was twenty he an older Norse
Autumn tears and weary clouds
For what was not, now would never be
Thus this November brings out the sadness in me.
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