I used to have a swing-set
Set up underneath the tree
In the green years of my life
I'd play on it 'til I'd sweat.

Even now I still recall
The sweet exhilaration
Of climbing higher, higher,
Until my body would fall.

I can't count how many dreams
I would live through that swing-set.
Rest assured, I thought them all
Underneath the sun's bright beams.

But then it happened one day
That the swing-set disappeared.
All my dreams were forgotten;
Ended were my days of play.

I do wish I could return
At times to those summer days,
The golden days when the most
Dreadful thing was a sunburn.

But instead I am left here
To linger in the twilight
Growing cold and immobile,
As winter slowly draws near.