Set up one bright sunny day in December, way back in ‘75
The chilly wind blowing across the park workers’ uniforms and jackets
as they encase me in cement in my new home.

Kids running, climbing, jumping, playing on and around me
The paint chips off bit by bit but
I don’t mind it one bit, no.

Teenagers bring their sweethearts to sit
Watching their youth fly away
As I watch too

Until the day
They all
Leave.

Part of NaNoWriMo Penance. Title donated by Angela L.

This entry was posted on December 13, 2010 and is filed under Creativity. Tags: Poetry, NaNoWriMo penance