Tuesday, December 12, 2017

The Park Bench

We are not friends
Just strangers with memories
Of times gone by
In the blink of an eye
As we held hands
On this park bench
The world was simple
Touchscreens were far away
And the spider hadn't come yet
To spin the world wide web
And now, when all this has happened
We have changed
Oh how strange to be forty
Sitting on the same bench
But growing old with you
Just isn't the same


The Bilge Master

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