Park Bench Reflections

Pennies and pensions are all that remain

When our lives and our loves and our joys start to wain

Though we're born into sunshine, eventually rain

Will dampen the fires of our wanderings

Come join me right here, right now, just so 

Your hand holding mine lets me cherish the glow

Of nothing to say and nowhere to go

Our brief meeting thus lasts an eternity

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I love the moment of being here, the quiet knowing and the immersion in the acceptance of having nothing to say and nowhere to go. Just lovely!