Benches Are Always For WaitingA Poem by PeteHe who walks alone, waits for no one. - Thoreaubrown paper bag with handles at his bowed feet unkempt, missing hair no exact fare i spot an old man sitting on a bench, waiting for the busit's me ever thus i wonder if that old man ever finds a rightful seat © 2022 PeteAuthor's Note
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