Walking home in the premature dark,
I saw the lonely and abandoned park.
not a soul sat on the swings today,
not a single child out to play.
Winter stole the joy of the playground,
whilst summer shrunk away without a sound.
With her she stole the laughter and the fun,
nobody at the park if there isn't any sun.
I think about childhood shrinking away,
like summer being so gradually replaced,
until one day you look into the dark,
and realise your life is an abandoned park.
And now I shiver in the premature dark,
as I sit on a swing in an abandoned park.
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