In patience,
A swing creaks
Gently in the breeze,
Rust-laden from playful wear,
Longingly waiting for that knowing smile,
Your childish spark, to overflow
Spilling in joyful amaze,
Draped in delight,


You run towards,
Simple pleasure excites you,
Your approach halted; adult fears
Sweep.  Surface rust spells danger.  “Why?!”
A child cries.  Pleasure taken
Away again, safety’s sake
A swing creaks
In patience.