The Swing

Back and Forth, Forth and Back

Battered grass with pavements cracked

Cobwebs spun above its head

Everything around its dead

Forth and Back, Back and Forth

Without the wind to give it force

Yellow now has turned to grey

All beautiful things have gone away

And as you watch through crusted bars

It never ever seems to stall

It just keeps swaying to and fro

Its only tenants now are ghosts

But still it sways with fallen grace

It moves alone within this waste

But can’t you see with your minds eye?

The children who would fly so high

As if they somehow kept it proud

It tried to help them reach the clouds

And in their joy it found a soul

It thrived while they called it home

But now the children all have gone

No pattering feet or playful songs

The soul that it had found that day

Is the very reason it must remain

So please remember that beautiful swing

It has become a living thing

For it has loved and it has cared

Because it held those children dear

Now in your heart keep this swing

Its children have gone, it’s now dying