The Inner-City Park
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Passing this park I think back to a time,
back in my youth this is where we would play;
swinging on swings, and monkey bars to climb,
shouting and laughing and playing all day;
with no parents around to get in our way.
When our kids were young we would bring them here
and neighborhood kids with their parents in tow.
Children shouting and laughing and full of cheer,
atop monkey bars looking at friends below,
until parents were tired and ready to go.
Today the park is vacant and looks unkept,
swings hanging empty in the summer heat.
It’s a sign of the times we have to accept,
it’s no longer a safe place for friends to meet.
The only sounds are the inner-city noise of the street.
This park was always such a beautiful site;
why did this happen, how did it get this way?
We allowed this to happen without much fight;
now the children have no safe place to play.
How I miss the simpler times of yesterday.
October 23, 2017
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2017
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