Empty playgrounds filled with empty laughter
Slides that should know smiles
Swings that should know grins
Nobody merry on the turntable of sadness
Grass that knows no gladness
Dirt that knows no dances
Clouds of gray envelope the area
Rain that supplies the tears
Wind that supplies the sobs
Protective tape keeping us away
See-saws that understand sadness
Children that understand loneliness.
Copyright 2009 Scott C. Forrest-Allen
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