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Creaking Swing
September 1, 2014
'Twas christmas day
The swing was creaking
As if a great weight sat upon it,
Which is not entirely false
If each hardship weighed a gram
Then the swing would be holding a ton.
'Twas christmas day
And the swing was creaking
And the boy was sitting, thinking,
And wondering what could have been,
He would have had a place to stay,
Gifts to receive and a reason to believe.
'Twas Christmas day
And the swing was creaking
When i looked out of the window,
A lonely boy was swinging
Wearing a jacket, jeans and thorn sneakers,
And this left me thinking.
'Twas Christmas day
And the swing was creaking
And i was thinking,
What did i do better than him,
Why is it he standing out in the cold
How come its not me?
'Twas christmas day
And the swing was creaking
And suddenly i realized
And life lost its charm
For then i saw how the boy had spent his christmas,
And wished it was me
'Twas christmas day
And the swing was creaking
And i wished the guilt would go away
Why is there such injustice in the world?
Doesn't anybody care?
Why are we here and not there?
'Twas Christmas day
And the swing was creaking
And the fortunate were feasting
While the unfortunate were watching silently
The innocent simply swinging
And somehow, the fortunate seemed unblinking.
'Twas christmas day
And the swing was creaking
And the lonely boy was swinging, wondering, dreaming
About what would have been,
And i was inside, thinking,
How, why, for what?
© Margaret G., Hillsborough, NJ
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