Thursday, January 21, 2016

The Last Playground

He used to run away to the park
Alone on the swing set
Just how he wanted
Swinging his childhood blues away

He now wants to return to that park
Sit on the same swing
Push himself higher and higher
Until he never comes down again

(JLH - January 21, 2016)


1 comment:

  1. Wow, John! You were channeling my brain today! I had this exact conversation with a friend today! Your poem really hit close to home today! Thank You for sharing your talents!