Treasure Island

chantelle ribeiro

(1970/10/07 / South Africa - Johannesburg)

The Old Man On A Bench...


An old man on a withered bench
Down by the ocean's end
Staring at the stormy sky
wondering if she's there up high
watching him sit in their favorite spot
where he wrote - forget me not...
'Here is the bench where we would sit
you and I a perfect fit'
He whispers softly to the wind
and wishes she would hear
how he misses her
or wipe the tear
that silently creeps down his face
as he remembers a time and place
Her lively eyes
Her soft grey hair
Memories so bitter-sweet
are all he has of her
And in his gnarled old hand
he lovingly holds her wedding band

Submitted: Thursday, November 03, 2011
Edited: Thursday, November 03, 2011

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