There’s always someone sitting here
every day for the last sixty years
They shuffle up and rest their bones
and wait a while before going home
They take their turn to enjoy their repose
sometimes sharing sometimes alone
They might overlap with the newer ones
vacating their place as their time comes
Who were these dwellers of this bench
why is its usage so entrenched
They come to wait ’til their time is done
ironic though as time waits for no one
A wonderful Photographer Artists – Joanne A Bradley posted a gorgeous shot Time waits for no one – a beautiful scene, lonely eerie, saddened
it spoke to me of this tale …..
…. it spoke to me of many tales – I feel many a contented soul left their shell there over the years
many never made it back the next day, all of them finding solace in the peace and grace of that bench and it’s view.
May you have such serenity when your time comes.