The Empty Swing

An empty swing,

times gone by,

an empty swing,

memories in mind.

That empty swing,

sad and sweet,

so happy and lonely,

remembering old times.

The wind gusts by,

swirling autumn leaves,

around that empty, lonesome swing,

where my memories again find me.

Bitter sweet, soft and near,

I smile, I cry, by that swing,

as childhood and youth slip by,

and on goes forever the routine so dear to life.