The Swing

I looked out that window that swing still hangs there, today its not swinging it just hands in the air,
You wonder you stare those days you remember when you just didn’t care.
Go make your excuses and just sit in that chair,
Nobody said that growing up would be fare,
Its time to get moving get out if that chair
The swing needs painting it looks in despair.
With things all fixed the swing goes thru the air
A little girl says Papa please put me in there.
With the swing back in use and a Papa who cares, Say what you want, there’s laughter
In the air.

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