Swingsets (V)

I think about these playgrounds that
Are scattered now, like dust;
That I outgrew, as others have,
As one day, we all must.

My granddaughter is with me now,
So much to her I cannot tell —
It’s funny: I’m the swingset now,
And I’ll be left behind

As well

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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