Swings - Poem

[yellowhorde]

I remember it was in the spring of 1986 when I wrote this. I was sitting in the park and I was very upset about something, though I can't remember what exactly, probably about my no-good stepfather. Seems likely. He was the bane of my existence. Loser.

SWINGS

To swing on a swing

It's a solitary thing

Its something you do all alone

When there's no one to talk to

Cause nobody cares

And nobody loves you at home