On me , have rested tired souls
And have exulted the happy ones.
I have seen joy and pain,
equal and evenly spread.

I have known secrets shared
and love expressed,
I have seen fights and tiffs
and the sweet make-ups.

While the little ones play,
tired mums have rested on me.
and old ladies have found in me,
a place to go and muse on life.

For the ones without a home,
I have been a resting place.
A reprieve I am for lost souls,
I am that lone bench in the park,
the silent companion to many.