Memories of a Bench

Fear of time consumes me My fellows come and go I house the obsolete Whether to be thankful, I surely don’t know One day, I fear, I’ll join them Unable, again, to stand I do not come in a size I do not have a brand I fear not for my appeal, For I do not have a brain I only have a seat Who knows well how to entertain Those lost and those weary Those calm and those who feign But the winds can kill the butterfly The winds can cause pain The winds can silence the sea The winds cause all things strange I fear not for myself I fear only minor change