And now I know how the park bench felt
Sitting naked and exposed
The one that sat alone at night
Even when the park was closed

The bench that serves as a seat
Or sometimes even a stand
As a child climbs up to look around
While holding his mother's hand

I wish I could give it a friend
Maybe another bench beside,
But not everything can be comforted
And alas, the park bench cried

But now it seems to have a visitor
One who never needs to talk
One who has no friends at all,
And just wants to rest from her walk

And so she sits with it everyday
Giving the birds their seed
I would almost feel happy for her
If it weren't that it was me.

 
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