He sits
there all day long arms open wide,
Longing for
a friend to confide,
Spreading
wide a carpet of emerald green,
Waiting
patiently for his friends, unseen.
Young or
old, he doesn't care,
All he wants
is his secrets to share,
He knows
their stories of love and pain,
Of cheating,
lust and mercenary gain.
Silently
listening to their every word,
Non-judgmental
when in their deeds they slurred.
A companion
when they loved and laughed,
Holding
hands as if they could not bear to be apart.
A patient
playmate of many a child,
Who climbed
on him for a horsey ride,
A haunt of
thieves in the dead of night,
He saw their
heart was not ever right!
Courteous
and hospitable is his stance,
Gracious and
loving to those who romance,
Ignoring
those who misuse his kindness,
Planning
acts of cruelty; completely mindless.
In the wind
and the rain he waits for them all,
Patience is
his game summer or fall,
Clad in snow
or leaves he takes on their colors,
For every
season he wears new covers.
The dogs and
their squirts he accepts too,
There was
never a time when he ever felt blue,
No protests
or outbursts he does ever make,
He is the
park bench, for granted we take!
© 2018 sofspoetry
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