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