| THE BENCH...PG 1 THIS WAS ONE OF THE EARLIEST STORIES I WROTE....CAME IN A DREAM....I NEVER KNOW WHY....JUST THAT SOMEONE OUT THERE NEEDED TO READ IT! EVEN THOUGH IT'S AN 'OLDIE BUT GOODIE' I STILL GET A TON OF MAIL ON THIS ONE!! ENJOY!! |
| She stormed out in a temper As the door behind her slammed Knowing she had to get away Though she really had no plan “Men are all just idiots!” She started up the street Focused only on her anger Not at all on stomping feet! The woman was tall and quite slender Attractive and very young In fact only a week ago She had turned twenty-one Her marriage too, was very new To the man who’d won her heart But this was not how she’d envisioned Her married life would start! Couples weren’t supposed to quarrel But they argued every day Neither one could get accustomed To not having things their way!! Furiously, she marched along Paying her route no attention Her mind occupied with problems That caused doubt and apprehension When her fit of temper burned away Like anger usually does She realized she had no idea Of exactly where she was… She stood at an intersection Near a tiny, public park The area seemed quite desolate As clouds loomed full and dark On a wooden bench across the street Sat an elderly woman all alone Bundled up against the weather She seemed almost made of stone! Concerned the younger woman Walked close enough to speak To the older one who sat alone And appeared so frail and weak… “How are you today?” she asked With a friendly, beaming smile “Would you mind if I sat down And rested here awhile?” The old woman turned to face her Revealing eyes of brilliant blue, “Certainly not, dearie….have a seat That’s what I’m doing, too!” continued >>>>>> |
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