I want to give a bench,
Full and fat and merry,
To everyone I love,
Of Oak & Ash & Cherry!
And sit it in the sun,
Where you might contemplate,
That you - are the one...
Might know you are great!
Love is a fine bench,
A Bird Box, or table,
Built by humble hand,
From Oak or Ash or Maple.
We'll feed the birds,
And Stop a while...
Knowing that we're able,
So Special, and so v beautiful!
The bench in heaven,
The one we sit upon,
We know it when we see it,
And share it there, together...
To celebrate our lives,
Our Moments spent forever,
Don't let another pass,
Of Hate, or pride or sadness.
Just, sit, relax, enjoy,
Forget the world of madness.
So when you sit,
And think of me,
Don't hold me too tightly,
Life and love and laughter,
Take life a little lighter.
You know....
Benches last forever,
Stitches in time, like mine,
They bind us all together,
You know....
Being happily sat,
Rhymes of mine, take time,
And Loves a little like that.
