Swings and Roundabouts
My feelings are
MY feelings,
Born in some childhood place
Long before I met you
Perhaps before you yourself were born.
They emerged on the bank of some shimmering stream
Or in a bathroom splattered with blood from the gash in my head.
You were not there
Nor were you there when my heart was broken by a misdirected token of love
Passed in class.
My feelings are
MY feelings
They are the children I must care for,
Be responsible for, be there for.
Sometimes, I will let them run wild
And, like a child, they will get hurt,
But you do not hurt them.
You
Are just the swing
From which they fell
Doing so well
the thing
That swings do
Going up and down
All around
We all love to swing on our swing
Going up and down
Off the ground
And this is the song that we sing
As we swing on our swing
And go up and down,
All around.
We love to swing on our swing
And go up and down,
Off the ground
And this is the song that we sing
As we swing on our swing
And go up and down,
All around.
We love to swing on our swing
And go up and down,
Off the ground and this is the song ……
Copyright © Barry Freeman | Year Posted 2021
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