the backyard swing
where you played along
and used to sing
your lonely song,
had been taken away
a long time ago
on a clear summer day
when you had to go.
they said it's no longer needed
for it had become too small,
its paint had faded,
rusted, if you recall.
it can no longer hold your weight
nor lift you up so high.
now, it is too late
it's time to say goodbye.
someday, somewhere,
you'll find some other way
to have your feet up in the air
and to simply fly away.
