A corner
Beside a wall
Beneath the trees
Greenest corner
Behind the rose shrubs
And lily patch
A green iron bench
Young couples
In a secluded midnoon
Schoolboys bunking
The old gentleman
No one talks to at home
A broken hearted woman
A phone call
The stories this bench knows
Are a secret anthology.
What a great idea for a poem! This part was really touching:
“The old gentleman
No one talks to at home”