The Bench

The Bench long poem

There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit
holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit
about on the swings and slides with boundless joy,
inciting memories of when they were girl and boy.
The antics of the kids so full of life and carefree bliss,
their lives laid out before them on paths that time would kiss.

They’ve been sitting on that bench for as long as I can remember
but the years have not been kind and their shadows grow much longer.
Remembering the days when they would play and lark about
but now its all they can do to watch the kids scream and shout.

Just keeping to themselves, though they always have a smile
for anyone who greets them in likewise style.

****

There’s a bench in the park where an old man sighs
as the lines on his face tell of painful goodbyes.
He remembers the warmth of her loving smile
and the twinkle in her eyes that would always beguile.
He’s holding her hand through time’s hazy mist,
she can still warm his heart, a heat he’ll always miss.

Long years have passed, too many winters he has seen,
the snows giving way to the splendour of spring’s green
but the frost’s seem to linger so much longer these days,
the cold bitter winds pushing well into May.

Just keeping to himself, never meaning any harm,
his tender smile still so full of charm.

***

There’s a bench in the park where an old man used to lie,
he never bothered anybody, just watched the world go by
but the bench has grown barren, the wood damp and cold,
the joints a little loose, showing signs of getting old.
The children often glance across at the bench and say,
“Where is the old man and will he be back one day?”

Then they’d run off and play with their friends on the swings
until it was time to go home; to pack up all their things.
A glance, in sadness, at the lonely old bench
as onto caring hands they would lovingly clench.

The park grows quiet for another lonely night,
waiting for the dawns bright warming light.

**

There’s a bench in the park where an old couple laughed
over many long years until the day that they passed.
Now the shadow and the memory of their long happy days
are etched upon a fading plaque under a sunset’s lazy gaze.
The children, now much older and with kids of their own,
remember the smiles and the love they had shown.

The old bench was replaced with a sturdy looking seat
but even that is showing signs of long days in the heat.
But the smiles and the warmth can be felt unto this day
as, in the minds of those they knew, they smile and give a wave.

The plaque they placed upon the bench in the park,
where so much love had been and left its mark,
read:

“IN DEAR LOVING MEMORY OF TOM & PAT
WHO WOULD SIT AND WATCH AND HAPPILY CHAT
WITH HEARTS SO LIGHT AND SMILES SO WIDE
WATCHING THE KIDS AS THEY PLAYED ON THE SLIDES”

“SADLY MISSED BUT ALWAYS REMEMBERED”

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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PRASENJIT CHOWDHURY
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Beautifully written sir!!!Memories that are such a companion hard to find and easy to loose.But those who cherish the beautiful memories are the happiest and peaceful people.

V.MUTHU MANICKAM
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This is love! This is life!! That is why poetry has come to play! Fine.

Preeti
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Some things remain as memoirs of something wonderful or something truly unforgettable – just like the Bench here! Loved reading this poem!

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