It's My Park, Too

I was hoping 
for a spot 
on the bench

It's my park, 
too,
you know 

All these 
young
and their 
babes

Gentrification
they call it

Such a big 
word
for bench
hogs

I used to meet 
Peg here
not so 
long ago

Cardboard wine
is what 
she'd bring

I'd laugh
and threaten 
to call the 
wine police

Then I'd 
read aloud
from the
book

Poetry
God awful 
stuff

I wrote it 
in my
youth

when it seemed
to mean
something

It seemed to
please her

Then I'd
walk Peg
home and say
goodnight

When she died,
the young ones
took over
her flat

But I'm not
giving up
the park
just yet

It's still 
my park, 
too,
you know