Beneath ancient trees it stands
A bench alone in silence
Once a haven for the young
Where love’s sweet whispers were song
Here, young lovers use to meet
Their hearts in rhythm, hands tightly held
Soft kisses shared in twilight’s glow
As stars above began to show
Elder souls would also rest
Reflecting on a life well lived
Memories of youth long past
On the bench they sat steadfast
But time is relentless, always moving forward
With it taking the lover’s song
And pensioners with their stories told
Now the bench feels old and cold
Alone it waits through night and day
Wishing for laugher, tears and voices
Yet still a steadfast friend to those who roam
In search of love, in search of a home.