Ageless Icon

It sits alone
a tattered fixture
housing age worn memories.

Splintered planks
forgotten woodchips
strewn over time.

I reminisce
that warm afternoon
sharing thoughts
laughter, love.

I smile
each time I pass
the green park bench
and remember us.


BC Doan said…
This is so sweet! Funny how a little thing can mean so much to us!
BC Doan - I know, the photo is a tattered mess yet when I look at it I see great memories. Thanks for stopping by.
RNSANE said…
I like to think that I am an ageless icon...however, if the truth be told, I am aging fast.

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