Empty swings
On an abandoned playground,
Seems normal of things,
When the rain starts to fall.
Those swings haven’t moved
Except by the wind;
No children sit on them
To be pushed by a friend.
No child slides down
That great, tall slide.
No child will play
In this park so wide.
Something has happened,
These swings are still empty;
On this old, abandoned playground
Where no child will play.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Anonymous Poems
PoesíaAnd by "anonymous" I mean a collection of seemingly unrelated poetry gathered in one place. These are all written by me. Vote if you like it; comment if you have a request. If it just brought you clarity or a peace of mind and you want to say thanks...
