Park Bench At Night Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

In daylight things don't seem so grim
as people mill about
the streets are teeming with loud talk
as children run and shout

But when the sun has long since set
and days of toil are done
most families go home and rest
then sup and have some fun

The park is such a lonely place
when darkness drops its veils
and only lonely folks are found
upon those lonely trails

A man whose life saw many things
and many years have passed
may end up with his walking stick
in night's sad park at last

There is a bench meant just for him
though chipped and worn it is
it's good enough to rest his bones
and think of bygone bliss

In daylight things don't seem so grim
as people mill about
the streets are teeming with loud talk
as children run and shout.