You will not see me as I pass by your way,
Quiet deserted streets my only companion.
Branches that bend in this midnight breeze
Singing lost songs passing on through.
I feel more alive at this ending of the day
Than watching you all scurry about your way.
No cold can grab me now, no rain to drench,
My overcoat of night, sat on this park bench.
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Author:
P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Driving home a couple of nights ago I saw a man sat on a park bench. It was very late but he seemed Happy to be out at this late hour..
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Yes. I think a lot of people look at someone and think they may know a lot about the person. But, it is not the cover of the book but what is inside. Thoughtful piece.
Thanks WBL....
Great write
Thanks tony.....
Welcome
TO EACH HIS OWN PHR. In the UK some people prefer to sleep "rough" and avoid bureaucracy. Love your poem elegant in structure and very gentle in its message. Thanks for painting the scenario for us ~ BRIAN. Please check my poetry ~ Thanks B.
Thank you Brian
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