Upon Sitting on Park Benches
By Ben Fast
The sign on the bench said “For now,
Forever, for never, for Thou…”
All people who sat on the seat,
Alone or with others to meet,
Would sit in the silence of love,
And watch the slow clouds up above,
Till quarter or later past eight.
Remembrance of lovers now late,
Inscribed in the small piece of brass:
“For sixty-five years of high class,
Example of love that will stay.
The people who sit here will say,
‘Oh look, they are here to this day’
Then died both together in May.”
The sunset of life is the best;
This sunset compares to the rest.
The people will leave with the light,
Their fate and their lives is the plight
Of brass and four screws and a thought.
Love’s sign will remain to be sought.