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The Park Bench
written by butcakes02:03 PM 3/27/05This man has been here for a long time now.
You can tell by the wear and scars left behind.
Not everyone meant to hurt him lie this,
But others set out to vandalise his painted soul.
When the man first came here, he was vibrant!
People would stop by for a visit and be refreshed!
His smick and stern appearance was inviting,
But as time goes by, so it took this appearance...
Nothing can repair the scars he has recieved.
Irreversible damage, bits of his life missing
Or just not the same as they were.
Everyday can only deteriorate him...
These days, his appearance isnt so appealing
He sits alone in the park feeding the pigeons,
Who even give him crap just for existing!
Tattered and torn, this is the life he lives from now on... |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
this is a personification of a park bench... speaks for itself really... u know how u see brand new park benches and they seem so fresh... but then theres the ones u know have been there for ages... i guess its like some people... i like to think im a brand new bench!! haha enjoy... peace out
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| » Comments / Feedback | by mishy0077 (3-27-2005 - 02:06 PM)
| NICE POEM!!! :D
about the comment you left on mine; sorry, after all ive been thru im convinced there is no god |
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