A playground in your memories
As time goes by and you find that you are yearning for something that cannot
Be explained you find that the best thing to do is remember the good times that
You always seemed to have when you were a child and had no worries other
Than whether your friends could come out and be there with you to keep you company
When you go home and pass by all those places that held some special meaning
To you in your childhood you cannot help but stop and relive in you memory all of
The good times you had there while saying to yourself I remember calling you friend
To that one spot as you wish to yourself that you could return to your playground
The way that it was, when you were young
Even though it use to be the one place you could go, you quietly realize that
You cannot return to your playground, the one place where you know your innocence
Still lives and the one place where no matter your pain you were able to hold your
Head up high from the comfort it gave through those friendships you forged
And those hardships pushed aside even for those short periods of fun and laughter
And even though you know you can’t go back you realize that your childhood wishes,
Your childhood dreams all came true, making you the person you are today,
A person who now sees that same happiness in their children and wishing that they
To create some of those same memories with their friends
As time goes by and you find that you are yearning for something that cannot
Be explained you find that the best thing to do is remember the good times that
You always seemed to have when you were a child and had no worries other
Than whether your friends could come out and be there with you to keep you company
When you go home and pass by all those places that held some special meaning
To you in your childhood you cannot help but stop and relive in you memory all of
The good times you had there while saying to yourself I remember calling you friend
To that one spot as you wish to yourself that you could return to your playground
The way that it was, when you were young
Even though it use to be the one place you could go, you quietly realize that
You cannot return to your playground, the one place where you know your innocence
Still lives and the one place where no matter your pain you were able to hold your
Head up high from the comfort it gave through those friendships you forged
And those hardships pushed aside even for those short periods of fun and laughter
And even though you know you can’t go back you realize that your childhood wishes,
Your childhood dreams all came true, making you the person you are today,
A person who now sees that same happiness in their children and wishing that they
To create some of those same memories with their friends
1 comment:
the playground metaphor is really good...
great poem Sean!
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