Tuesday, 18 September 2018

The garden bench

The garden bench

 

Moving down the walkway
Through the archway
Into the garden; green and flowery
Kindling faded memories.
 
It was a longtime ago
Lovelorn with a bruised ego
The hidden garden bench reassured
Life continued unhindered.
 
The bench that once served well
Now lay like driftwood.
Battered in sun and rain
Bundled under garden leaves
 
Well hidden at the mercy
Of the blowing breeze
Broken, shattered
Like an extinguished teenage crush.
 
No more worry, no more bruise
Life just a cruise in serene waters
The garden bench withers away
For it never matters anymore.

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