Monday, 25 November 2013
The fallen leaves lay undisturbed
the park bench moist with moss
it's been this way for several weeks
since Albert suffered loss.
He used to sit here every day
and share lunch with his chum
but sadly, Dicky is no more
so Albert doesn't come.
The bench remains, adorned with fallen
leaves - old years are finished
but come the Spring, new friends will sit
and share life, undiminished.
©Rob King photopoetry