Back and forth
Like a child on a swing
I feel the breeze on my face
And thump of my heart

Tho turning greyer
Puffier each year
I will never forget...

Riding my bike
On a Sunday afternoon
In the park
With my friends

Coming home
Hot, sweaty

Mourning the sunset
Wishing there was still
Time

To play

Wishing the weekend
Could last
Forever

Until I blink
And it is over

I blink
And I am older

I blink
And decades have passed

I blink

I blink

One day
I will be gone

Nothing but memories

But while I am here

I will protect the child