The park bench, has seen many different seasons, gone through rain, sun,wind and snow.
It was there from when I can recall as a child I passed it on the way to school.
It has been the refuge for many people from many different ages, cultures and genders.
Its had animals on it, spilt food and drink over it. cigarets stubbed out on it.
It’s never changed, not like the world around it. it serves its purpose and knows nothing else.
made of wood and steel, stands strong, its four legs earthed to the ground.
some days it goes without seeing anyone, just stays there oblivious to the world around it.
but always ready, ready to give help with questions.
So this park bench may not remain there forever, it may br replaced or one day may be removed.
But it has been in contact with so many people.
its witnessed romances start and finished, business start or fold.
But the bench never tells a soul.