Park Chair
Empty the favorite park chair,
Bare are the once green trees,
The sight brings me to my knees,
Where is my true love fair?
Meet me by our best park chair,
Weather it be rain hail or shine,
Be there my love, prove you are mine,
Please promise you will be there,
Her words daunt, ply in my ear,
Was she just taking me for a ride?
Did she mean just to hurt my pride?
This was my greatest fear,
I sit at our best park chair,
Dispair grips at my throat,
My love to another I cannot devote,
Like the trees I have been stripped bare.
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