A bench in the park

I’ve been here through sunshine and rain,

Been a part of stories filled with joy and pain.

Many first meetings have happened here,

Goodbyes also I often get to hear.

Smiles a plenty I have seen,

The tears I wish I could wipe away clean.

I’ve enjoyed myself watching the kids play,

I’d love to watch them play always if I had my way.

I’ve seen many children grow,

A place of rest I’ve been sometimes for a thirsty crow.

I’ve been a perfect place to read that new book,

A cozy bed I’ve been with stars that on you look.

Though painful, I’ve had initials on me etched,

Sometimes the plans I hear seem too farfetched.

I’ve seen people from their birth to their death,

There have been few who on me have taken their last breath.

I’ve cherished every part of this journey,

May be now for me is the end of the tourney.

The place I’ve been will now be demolished,

To make way for the society that is more polished.

My fate is sad but is now sealed,

I’ll be moved away from beautiful field.

Who am I you ask,

Finding an answer is not a big task.

I’m that bench in the park,

Soon I’ll be gone forever into the dark.

You may pity my mundane existence,

But I've experienced a lot without moving any distance.

 This post is written for A prompt each day and Day 3 of Ultimate Blog Challenge.