Why do I now feel myself here
    falling down with no way out?
    I’m screaming as I turn to rust.
    Old I get just like my playground.

    Old man playing. Old man straying
    from my side. He has died?
    Memories lost through the breezing,
    of bubbles flying .Bye I cried.

    Darkness fills those summer days, I pray
    that I can find the hidden thing.
    Wise elder rushes to me frayed.
    “The dog has run away.” she sings.

    The swings will draw me in. Death traps,
    they were for me. I want no end .
    Twisted ankles when jump ropes wrapped
    around Gram. A funeral now I attend.