Men deal with life as children with their play,
Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.”
– William Cowper (1731 -1800), British poet
(A Redolent Recollection-Reflection at 50)
When I was a little boy,
I used to play at the playground
by the Peñaranda Park. I loved to ride
on the swing that vaulted so high
I could see the blue sky blur. I had fun
with other boys on the seesaw; so amused
watching little girls’ colorful skirts balloon
in the wind, as they played skipping rope…
Now, I find myself in a virtual playground.
The seesaw is gone, yet, my life is a seesaw
with ups-and-downs. The skipping rope
has disappeared, but I never skip chance
for romance. I never balloon women
who are careless with their skirts.
The swing is nowhere,
I see the swing of a faceless pendulum
that tells me so much Time has passed
since I rode the swing!
childhood and adulthood
is a swing.
(c) 2007 Chito L. Aguilar
Photos taken at:
Sunshine Play Center and Botanical Garden
Daraga, Albay, Philippines