There are maybe*
*Five playgrounds*
*In life we visit*
The first is at home
And sometimes
If we're lucky
We'll always miss it
The second at preschool
Where we play
Find new friends
And sit on small stools
The third middle school
Where we learn
Encountering newer experiences
Whilst trying to obey
A curriculum filled with
Old rules
The fourth is high school
Where we sometimes find
First love
Challenges
With new found urges
Perhaps even
Pretending to be cool
The fifth
Is simply freedom
Beyond all foolish perceived
Motions of rules
Beyond
The persistent need
To be one of the crowd
And to be seen
As cool
But instead
To sail
As
The lone captain
Of your own
Worldly ship
Sailing straight into the
Blustery ever changing winds
And rough
Blue Emotional Seas
Encountering laughter
Tragedy
Hopes and dreams
*Do*
*You still sail on*
Looking for a similar ship
A friendly captain
To share a brief respite
Maybe
A jaunt
Clasped together
Under dark skies
Watching stars filled nights
Are you still sailing
Alone
Does your cabin
Need a new captain
Or
First Mate
Before you
Clock into
Heavens Great Gate
Are you willing to drop
Your anchor
To finally find all your intriguing
Answers
Only you can define
Your last playground
Or have you chosen
To just keep sailing
Around
To finally find
The One
Beyond
The lies and
Perceived notions of trust
But a keeper
To sail together
Safe and sound
And if your lucky
You may have already
Settled down
Copyright John Duffy 2018
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