The Wrought Iron Bench Poem by Arti Chopra

The Wrought Iron Bench



So many are the stories
This bench could tell,
So many sorrows within it
Do dwell,
Hopes, dreams, aspirations
Have all sat here
And rested,
So many feelings
have taken wings and crested
Lovers have
Dallied awhile,
Love eternal sworn
Friendships ended
New ones born,
Loyalties decried
Flaws espied,
Ah..the joy of
Young blood, as they run and fall
The bench has witnessed it all
As it sits patiently, under the shade
awaits the next story.

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