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by Lost One Jul 24, 2017
Sadness, depression /
Around the playground where I played
Back when I was just a child
Were so many chips of wood
Cushioning falls when we were wild
We took them for granted then
It was they who broke our falls
Never a second thought
Of how high we climbed at all
I am so much older now
Playtime is a lost art
Hindsight left me wishing
I had woodchips around my heart
This is so very hard hitting it feels like I've been hit with a tonne of bricks then some but a wonderfully laid out piece which we can all relate to
Tony, wow, your last stanza slammed home. I grew up on blacktop playgrounds, but that was like a million years ago. Loved how you did your comparisons. Well done-
by CJ Maleney
They placed them round our playground too!
It was a little bit too late,
I was one of those kids,
Whose head did bounce and ache.
I would accept that again so gladly
I've felt pain in many parts.
But just like yourself I can't help but feel,
I need more cushioning round my heart.
by Lost One
I just came across this comment, and it brought a much needed smile. Thanks CJ.
Awww...this is nostalgic, Tony...you have absolutely hit home. Beautiful.