I am shiny and new.
Made for young children and the young at heart.
I proudly uphold my appendages
As they oscillate back and forth,
Back and forth,
And the air fills with peals of joyful laughter.
I am loved.
But children do grow older,
And I am not looked to
As a source of enjoyment any longer.
Time passes and my once luminous
Chains are flaked with rust
Never to be used again, I am disassembled,
And taken to the graveyard
Of forgotten thrills and discarded dreams.
swing-set
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Posted by L.K. McIntosh at Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Labels: Poetry
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