Swing me upon the old oak trees
A tire hanging
On another branch
I sat there
Listening to the kids play innocently,
With laughter and being so carefree
Then realizing how childhood has passed me by
Began to sway,
Sway away tears that toil
Pushed away…
So very far
Still trying to reach the skies up high
Crashed inside
But still striving to fly
Thrust some more and
Let the power uproar
My spirits may have been broken
From the discouragements I hear
That I do not mind any more
Sitting. Swinging. Singing.
I heard the happiness in my heart…
I left the little playground,
Not looking back
But remembering
I was once there,
Dreaming,
Wishing, that everything would be different.
A contest entry
- The Second Chance by BluesMan.
1400 points, ended February 19, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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This is a beautiful poem, but you didn't follow the prompt. You reminised instead of giving your younger self advice. You still have time to make some changes for the prompt so I'm not going to DQ if you can change the perspective Thank you for entering
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