We're Not Children Anymore
on the playground the swings rock back and forth because of the wind the abandoned see saws lay dormant the merry-go-round, bare of hands on the handles the desolate slide left to rust but yet we still wish we could play on them and be happy happiness may be a choice but you have to find it ignorance is bliss being young can be missed but sophisticated happiness wins our desirewe're not children anymore and it's hard to be easily amused... that's all Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 01:48 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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