Poetry "The Listener"

An old bench near an old tree, both a

hundred years old and forever will be. All the 4 seasons come rain or shine, this bench is always sat upon whilst the tree slightly behind. The children will sit and tell stories of every kind, the parents will sit and watch the children have a good time. The homeless people will lay and sleep through the night, the drunken adults will drink, argue and fight. The broken relationship will sit there one at a time, and pour out their hearts until the feelings are fine. The old man who misses his long lost wife, will sit on the bench and talk about life. But none of these people were never alone, their stories were heard on every turn. You see, the tree was listening all along... so don't feel you are alone, because on this bench you do belong.