Across the road from me is a private playground.
Of an evening there are lots of playful sounds.
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When these children are grown,
I pray they remember that laughter sown.
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Pictures from birthday parties to bring smiles of joy.
A feeling of nostalgia, seeing your favorite toy.
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Endless hours playing with family and friends.
Into a pleasant childhood, your mind descends.
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I have a wide array of emotions for these neighbors of mine.
It makes me happy that they get to play and shine.
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I’m jealous of the appearance of love and laughter.
Something every parent should seek after.
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It makes me sad when I think back to my own childhood.
What few memories I have, are no where near as good.
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Where was mine?
Why couldn’t I have a time?
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I didn’t ask to be born.
Why bring me into this world forlorn.
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The plight of the first-born?
Emotionally torn?
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Then I get mad.
Why was my childhood so sad?
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From outward appearances, these children are loved.
Parties, family, all seem to shine from above.
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Rich or poor, it shouldn’t matter.
Which makes me even sadder.
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Love doesn’t have to be material.
Childhood should be joyous not funeral.
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Play little children, play.
Compile those memories. I pray they stay.
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A reminder of a love filled childhood.
May the rest of your life be as good.
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