The empty swing
Hung sad
No more Joy,
No more Laughs
No more touching the sky,
“To infinity and beyond!”
Gone were those days,
Just like that
For it’s child has grown old
Moved away, left home
Idle stillness
All alone
Save for the invisible wind
As only friend
Who merely has a duty
To perform
To blow
And nothing more
Not like play
For play’s sake
As children
So wisely know,
For they understand
Play, is where
All things
Great, we see here
Are birthed
As this Creation
From the blank pages
Of make-believe
And Great Mystery’s
Imagination
That sacred place
Where the dreaming
Becomes reality;
So swing more,
Think less
And honor the importance
Of play and rest…
2021, barefoot poet
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