(1987 March 25 / Cape Town)

What do you think this poem is about?

PlayTime

it's been so long
since she's had fun
not the innocent kind where
you play and run

the kind of fun
that requires a friend
the kind of fun that you wish
would never end

with the friend
that you hold dear
who can make you smile
each time they're near

playtime stopped
when she walked away
because her friend
started to stray

now alone and in need of help
trying to find a friend
who'll play the game
to no end

Submitted: Thursday, August 16, 2012


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  • Thomas A Robinson (8/16/2012 12:39:00 PM)

    Sorry you lost a dear friend, they are never fotgotten, never replaced.

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