Benches we sat on in the light
now covered with the creeping night,
the creeping, creeping night.
Last night a lost souls place to sleep,
fear and despair is the company they keep,
paper, rags and cardboard cover their bed.
Footsteps approaching bringing fear and dread!
a kick in the ribs, a slap on the head,
some drunken yob! laughing, i think "its dead".
Dark benches, a mugger his prey,
hoping weak and frail will pass his way,.
To strike and a quick get-away.
Dark benches, another dealer, another night,
4x4 parked out of sight.
A handful of money for a line of death.
Dark benches where the needle takes some ones last breath.
Dark benches where Karma waits,
deciding on all "lowlifes" fates.
Fancy headstones to emblazon your name,
to your grave you went without shame.
People pass by who knew your game,
they all knew your real shame.
God forgives all, so they say,
but in your case! the Devil you will pay.
Jim Noond.