swing still swaying
the way it did when i was a kid
riding it high
reaching the skies
pretending i could fly
now its empty
swaying slowly
a ghost from the past
the soft wind blowing
no more being carefree
nothing left to reach for
memories fading
floating quietly by
Silentpoet Grl
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swing-still-swaying/
