Our world

January 18, 2012
By Anonymous

Monkey Bars
Now too small
Still covered
In
The grubby fingerprinted
Memories

Swings
That we couldn’t
Reach
Still swing
Solemnly
Clock’s pendants
Ticking away our past

Ladders
Our pathway
To the stars
That now only lead to
Platforms

The Playground
A world
Of childhood
Where bruises were medals of Honor
Baseball hats were crowns
And
There was nothing to hide



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