Despite the amount of moisture the playground gets,
footfall would not just let the green of the grass bloom.
Like the receding hairline of a balding middle-aged man,
the green patches of grass, unevenly spread across the field.
while totally unrelated, this speaks to me of personal sacrifices we make to cater to others' needs and wants. Most of the time at the detriment of one's own personal growth and development.
