My Dream:Going Tuwim | in progress

(in memory of Julian Tuwim, a poet from Łódź,Poland)

In Łódź I have my own bench
I wrote a poem on it
And to this bench now I clench
Forever on it I sit
Some shout:"My dear Julian"
And some sit on my knees
Though it is task herculean
Nothing my metal hair feels
They say I am now stone-cold
It's hard to find a reply
If here could sit Milton old
But he find Eden did try
Far, too, is that Avon Bard
Sitting alone is my fate
No hint to escape, it's hard
To leave that Łódź bench,my mate!