Dark Side

When I Walk Along Your Street
Hello, park bench.  It’s good to see you.
I was hoping I could sit awhile.
I’m glad you’re not already taken,
I’ve walked for many miles.
 
My bundles are with me today.
Once again, I’m carrying them far.
They’re the same ones I’ve always had,
And some are heavy.  Yes, they are.
 
I don’t usually have them along.
Most days, they stay at home.
But today, and I don’t know why,
They wouldn’t let me leave alone.
 
Without my permission they joined me.
And it’s not easy to carry them all.
How nice to find your welcoming bench.
I was in danger of another fall.
 
They’re here without my permission,
Insisting I carry them all.
Park bench, I’m glad you’re in your spot,
I was in danger of another fall.
 
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