The bench of forgetfulness
Resides in the park
People sit reminiscing
In the light and the dark.
Thirty five years it
Needs a lick of new paint
This bench has heard
the stories some are so quaint .
Proposals of marriage
Heartache and pain
Stories of bravery
And some that  are inane.
A name appeared one day
Someone had died
The bench of forgetfulness
Looked like it could cry.
People would sit and
Forget all there woes,
This bench would listen
As the warm wind blows.