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The Graveyard Bench (A valentine’s day poem)

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For somedays I have been worried about writing a poem for Valentine’s day,  then I walked by a graveyard not too long and somewhere  in the midst of the graves was a gloomy concrete bench,  got really fascinated wondering why anyone would put a bench in a graveyard (finally figured that out though, I  hope you do too), I even took a picture…and  a poem…

 

 

A faraway look, and palms on knees

Among  permanent stone-cold beds

For men whose living snore permanently

Like the sombre bench at the graveyard

That only sad and lonely people seat upon

 

The eve of another fourteenth of the second

Her bench still lounges amongst the graves

Silent, except for the rustling of leaves

Seated alone, surrounded  by  planted stones

And lullabies  from lonely winds sullenly blowing

 

She wants it  in a colourful, lively  garden

Seated upon it with someone who cares

Exchanging smiles, hand held in hand

But she is stuck on  this cold graveyard bench

In the company of men turned meals to worms

 

Who knows, what miracle is at hand?

Tomorrow might herald the dawn of her smiles

With an exchange for a  lovely bench in the parks

A rainbow in the sky and a roof of butterflies

What miracle is at hand, who knows?