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 The Playground

          Empty, swings gently creaking with the breeze
          I'm too old to visit this playground I am told
          The rusty slide beckons me to go once more
          Remembering the delight of the sunshine on my back

          Monkey bars for me to show off my strength
          Seeing that little red headed girl smiling at me
          Blushing a bit, but grinning from ear to ear
          A game of tag breaks out, screaming with glee

          The shadows of my memory bring me joy still today
          This playground was the focus of my childhood play
          Friends and foes, we all joined for our games
          Everyday, rain or shine, snow or a heat wave

          I don't see the children here any longer as I pass
          Guess they are playing with their electronic toys
          Overgrown with weeds, no longer desired by the kids
          The playground, now grown cold, lonely; lifeless

           26Dec09


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