An old bench speaks

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A love etched in a park bench
Marks a day in more ways than
Remains of the pen or sharp edge.
Minds are molded in those days
By glee in the moments that spurred the whim.
These are the moments that signify –
We have lived.

These are the times in awestruck, warm glance,
The days of play and evening embrace,
The days of the first loves uttered,
The days that invite a longing heart
In the long travel to follow.

One might say to herself,
“These were the days that I lived,
The days that I played before it was hard,
Before I knew strife or an adulterer’s remorse.
These are the days that I cherished most dearly.”

And a wise one will say to her young,
“And so shall you.”