Swinging My Troubles Away
No one to play with, what to do?
Shall I sit down to sulk and rue?
Shall I stand up and cry aloud?
Shall I go jogging midst the crowd?
Or shall I walk down to the zoo?
Well, let me think of what to do,
My swing - the best place to break through
All troubles that my mind do cloud,
No one to play...
The swing is my only friend true,
The solo place under the blue,
Where I can swing and sing so proud,
Where no other child is allowed,
Swinging freely like once I flew...
No one to play.
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08/01/18
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2018
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