Best Poems Written by Charles Edwards

Benches

‘Benches’

Every park sits a bench
every town has its wench
what's that stench?

Take a stroll along the beach
everywhere, seems to be a leech
who's to teach?

Benches breed splinters
long, cold winters
take a seat and believe...

Tomorrow is not guaranteed
a bench will still be
can you not see?

Along came a storm
and swept away the norm
but, not my bench...

Charles Edwards~

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