A Dedicated Bench On this a blue skied day I wonder around this quiet village Where unknown families Inherit Eternity together. Lying side by side. No longer burdened by hopes, Dreams Dramas or petty woes. Here You can come and sit At a strangers feet On a dedicated bench That takes the weight of time Off your shoulders. I wonder about the life They lived In-between those numbers. True to form The older stones Only show the bare bones. No need or want For anything more. While the new The young Dazzle and stand out . Looking uncomfortable And far too loud Showing passers by How loved they really were. No mystery remains And I do not linger here Not yet anyway…………
Posted on: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 19:22:09 +0000
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