I walked through a park and found a swing;
Thought of the joy it could bring,
I swung and swung;
Until the cold air in my lungs stung,
I wanted to swing all my worries away;
I was a little kid again gone out to play,
But my worries were not the simplest thing;
I swung until I felt the tears in my eyes sting,
All my dreams seemed to sit there;
What would it be like not to care,
Yet swing after swing I was still not free;
Trapped and stuck is this all I am to be?
I kept swinging back and forth;
Thought of what all this was worth,
And then I thought of the darnedest thing;
As I sat on that swing,
I could always come back tomorrow;
And swing away my sorrow,
A few minutes on this swing;
What joy it will bring...
© okpoet
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
I walked through a park and found a swing;
Thought of the joy it could bring,
I swung and swung;
Until the cold air in my lungs stung,
I wanted to swing all my worries away;
I was a little kid again gone out to play,
But my worries were not the simplest thing;
I swung until I felt the tears in my eyes sting,
All my dreams seemed to sit there;
What would it be like not to care,
Yet swing after swing I was still not free;
Trapped and stuck is this all I am to be?
I kept swinging back and forth;
Thought of what all this was worth,
And then I thought of the darnedest thing;
As I sat on that swing,
I could always come back tomorrow;
And swing away my sorrow,
A few minutes on this swing;
What joy it will bring...
© okpoet
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