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SITTING on a BENCH by the RIVER at DUSK
Life is simpler that we think. All we need to do is slow down.
I sit on a bench by the river at dusk
like millions of people have done before me
and millions will do again when I am gone.
The river, flowing slowly as it likes to do,
will never read this poem,
though it does offer a shimmering surface
for people in boats to float by.
These people will also never read this poem
and that is just fine with me.
I am not writing this poem for them,
I am writing this poem for you,
though there is an excellent chance
you and I have never kissed, held each other, or even met
which is also fine with me, both of us
already having a lot of wonderful people in our lives –
more people than rivers I might add,
including the old man we pass on the street
once or twice each week and smile
though we do not know his name.
