People pass by me,
from all every direction
even in winter snow.
From exhausted firemen,
Even grumbling men carrying heavy, ancient computer printers.
Each have their share and take their turn on me, the local sheltered, secluded
Even if only for a deep breath and a break or a little body
Bags and books, all sorts of things have been dropped or left on me, proposals have even happened here, you
If you don't believe it, come see for yourself and
Sorry for the random ramblings, my first attempt at rhyming. Feedback/comments are welcome, and enjoy as always!x