Mayored Valentine 2005

The day comes and goes with little effort
and the pressing of worries
awakens the morning pain
that either comes with age or that
of disappointment, that life
has very little to offer, although
the gift of smiles was sent my way
while waiting for the closing hours.

There on that bench, an elderly gentleman,
from the inner city who comes out to relax
and be fearless of the passersby remembered me
(as always) and although rarely do I visit,
he is the Mayor of the Bench and knows many,
includes many, even if only to say hello.

For three hours he kept me laughing,
as we swapped stories of our lives
(some I have heard before) but always
with a touch new added.
Others stopped by just to see
what was making him so lively
(me of course)
and some a bit jealous of the attention
joined in, asking more of myself
than I usually share.

They added to my day, making it less
of a Valentine neglect and more
of a day of sharing,
exactly what I hoped for, if all else failed.
So to my benchtime valentines,
I promise to never let you down,
as long as we all remain in good health...

And to the sender of those beautiful red roses...
the deliverer said: "What a beautiful smile"
and that says it all~~

"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."
(Will Moss)

He was a man of sorrows
...I am a girl of tears.