Once there were children swinging, <br />And others merrily singing, <br />Many playing games all day, <br />Now, hand in hand we walk together <br />In the warmth of this fine weather <br />To the playground where we used to play. <br /> <br />There we recall our childhood wishes, <br />But now the teasing wind hisses <br />At the swings the years have left to decay. <br />The deteriorating wooden seats lie broken - <br />Neither one of us has spoken - <br />In the playground where we used to play. <br /> <br />Our hearts would be much lighter, <br />And the day would be still brighter, <br />To once again hear the children laugh the old way. <br />But their jolly voices are halted <br />And the silence is exalted, <br />In the playground where we used to play.<br /><br />Joseph T. Renaldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-we-once-played/
