The Park Bench

By Breanna Zandstra

My life on Earth didn’t last long,
Yet, strangely, I feel no regret,
Because each time you come along
My unfortunate demise I forget.

I was there to uphold you at your darkest hour
And later rejoiced at your side
When most everything for you had turned sour
I comforted you while you cried

So you see, that while my days were far too few,
I still had a chance to better yours.
To each visitor of my little pew
Remember me as you sit outdoors