The Bench Poem by Lee Boueri

Stop a moment

Sit with me

Rest those weary feet

What tales I'd tell if you sit a spell

and only I could speak
.

My weathered beams and rusted arms

Have hosted many like you

For a moments gaze at sunsets ablaze

Or bobbing boats in crystal blue
.

Writers wrote,

Phones have rung

Their words sailed out to sea

A jogger passed,

A shoelace tied

Kids played under that tree
.

Lovers sit with lunches packed

This morn the young girl wept

He pulled a smoke from a crumpled pack

She lit it and they left.
.

Umbrellas leaked one rainy day

Hooked to people on the fly

An old man sat with me

Under a darkened sky

He lay a while, covered in news

In an effort to stay dry
.

Today its you to pass my way

To stroll this rocky shore

Confide in me what use to be

Like many have done before