Park Bench

 

I am the Park bench, I have been here since eternity.

I see that old lady, walking her dog. The young boy, jogging past. Children at play. The blooming flowers. The young couple, resting on me, holding hands and planning a future. The new mother, stops to catch up on her breath. The lonely old man, with those empty eyes. The lovers, who visit every friday, passes reluctant smiles and steal a kiss.

Seasons come, seasons go. People pass by me. I am right here, waiting……….

 

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