They took away my benches
There is no place to sit
They took away my benches
And I might throw a fit

I visited my old high school
The day before the last
I felt that all too familiar pull
From memories of the past

Those benches of silver steel
Used to house my friends
It was there we made our deals
And there we made amends

They took away my benches
There is no place to lay
They took away the benches
That stood there in my day



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38 thoughts on “Benches”

  1. What a sweet little poem, Kayla! I can easily imagine it set to a tune, with you singing it. Do you sing? 🙂 Also, I almost expected the first line to be a reference to spoons, as in the spoon theory. Ah well, associations!

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