The lonely bench

Down by the lake I sit everyday
Admiring the beauty on display
With birds and bees busy working
Though it seems like fun and play
But the city is busy
and does not have time to sit around and idle all day

The wind leaves ripples in its wake
The trees do dance and sway
The lake is calm and serene
But the aggressive traffic around
Didn't calm down
Anytime of the day

Weekdays love birds do come
But the gardener hastily shoos them away
In movies we don't mind
But as a nation we abhor
affection on public display

On weekends I am happy
When children come and play
Young men and women go running Old ladies sit with me and pray

Frankly I must admit
In the ten years I have been here
Most of the people who come and sit
Have a hundred worries and fears
For some it is money,
ill health or daily bread
But for most
it's an emptiness
eating into their head

I am a lonely bench
And do understand
Your yearning and need for rain
In case you need inspiration
Try sitting with me by the lake
In winter,  summer or when  in pain

-------By Jibrael Jos