Benches we pass everyday.
Where mother rocked you to sleep,
where you first played Bo-peep.
Benches where i first held your hand,
where our first date was planned,
where we had our first kiss.
Benches where we left hand-in-hand,
where our wedding was planned.
Benches where our children would play,
where we watched their first fireworks display.
Benches where we reminisced,
remembering the first time we kissed.
Benches where time slipped away,
where two sat everyday.
Now an empty space,
hoping for to glimpse your face.
A bench with a plaque,
How i wish "time" i could turn back.
By Jim Noond.



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