Sweet spring swing and young yearning years <br />Memories reminded by sudden gust of faint wind chimes <br />Those years when foreigners, friends and foes played together <br />Lost innocence, insurance and inane discourse of life <br /> <br />Three friends have i lost till then to this world <br />One in the race of resit report cards, my first loss <br />Second to the broken home's estranged engrossed enrage <br />The third to a pyscho's lovelorn lusty lynching <br /> <br />Three beautiful lives culminating in violent ends <br />Three angels tortured, neglected and ravaged <br />Three noose tempted, manufactured and forced <br />Swings of life stole my smile, from swing to swing they flew away<br /><br />Dechen Doma Sherpa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swing-to-swing/
