Wednesday, January 19, 2022

An Empty Playground


An Empty Playground
By Lord R.e. Taylor

The playground is busy all day
Children screaming and laughing
Never walking anywhere
Always running at full speed
Moms try but they are too slow
But the Sun goes down
And the moms drag their kids home
After all it’s past their bedtime
The playground becomes a desert
No life and just breezes blowing through
And echoes of a million giggles
In the morning the playground still there
Waiting for the children to again come
And the playground will smile
Its cycle begins again and more children can play

© I/XX/MMXXII


 

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