The old park bench
It's crumbling now
A bit like me
So many days in the sun
I've enjoyed most of them
I realise time is short now
Even a new lick of paint won't refresh me
So I'll count the days
In so many ways
Savouring each like wine
And when my days are done
If the bench remains
Scratch my name in the crumbling paint
And remember me
Marilyn Ward
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