Back and forth glides the swing
On old and squeaking joints
Of metal and bone the noises sing
Where a young boy once found joy

Up and down he pumped his feet
So swung his heart of gold
Back when he was swift and fleet
And still enjoyed the cold

Side to side he twists the chain
To an old familiar creak
He remembers what he had to gain
When he still was plump of cheek

The squeaking stops as the swing stills
Now in his mind the memories have escaped beyond reach
And even as he leaves the park, he longs again to see.

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