While in one of my college classes we had to write something from the point of view of an inantimate object. This was mine;
"The Bench"
By,
J. Rodgers
As I sit here alone
both night and day
everybody using me
not many stay
Under the moon
in the dead of night
and the heat of the sun
the rays so bright
I watch people run
kids and dogs at play
most enjoy life
except the ones who stay
Those who stay
are bound by luck
wishing they could eat
needing just a couple bucks
You see, I'm a bench
sitting in the park
a bed to the homeless
when the sky gets dark
Give me a chance
keep me clean
save your spray paint
and stop being mean
