Sitting on a bench watching people go by.
Smiles and frowns, Stares and glares
Wondering what they are thinking?
Is it me greeting them one by one
Or me sitting on a bench.
The seat of comfort and distractions
Place to think and read
Feed the birds, Friendly chats
Surprising hellos, A lot of old fellows
Wanting the seat, for they are beat!
Everyone's favorite seat
The bench of life
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