The old Swing Set

Swinging softly
Chains vibrating quietly
Gravel hitting quick paced feet
Laughs and screams

Leaves blow past
Snow falls then melts
The trees change color
The grass grows green

Rust turns to gold
Plastic turns to metal
Gravel turns to wood
But still that creaky swing

Girlfriend into wife
Happiness turns to children
Money turns to bigger things
Life turns into death

But hanging on so dearly
Just hanging by a thread
That new replacement playground
But the old creaky swing set

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