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A poem of thought and memories
So many we’ve known once sat in the park
On hard wooden benches just to visit and talk
They spoke of their days some were long gone
They all knew the difference between right and wrong
Their memory lingers when you see an old bench
Nestled among the flowers that summer did lend
Built strong to weather the worst of the storms
The many who sat there felt they belonged
How can we ever say thanks to the ones
Who passed on their history with silly old puns
They didn’t complain when their team lost a game
They didn’t give up and they didn’t blame
The many old benches that line the park walk
Stand ready for new folks to sit and to talk
To tell their own stories of life through their eyes
And often recall those gone with a sigh.
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #263)
