Nothing sits forever

Warm bench that sits in drench
The world pores itself 
poor champagne
Well The past Sat in sad. 
And the light lid for glad
 it was bad 
too see all mad.
The clouds above the town 
rained too insane.
When it saw nobody 
it could blame.
All roads were now 
ruff terrain.
Well drops drip 
in the mirrored world.
For those who left 
and didn't care to stay.
But they warned 
that all were told
At least That's what they say.
For too many days 
had past away.
For every soul 
that was a castaway.
So close too my last pray
And so many things left un paid.
No more friend 
with whom to play
All i have is a empty 
cigarette ash tray.
Wish i polish with my 
face and tears.
To wait alone 
in any place is weird.
 a place to wait without 
counting on faith.
It's like a summer day
And you hoping 
for a cloud that's grey.
So So long my friends 
that shared these bench, 
we were much-needed
But too me you meant a bunch