“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,
and instead,
i see the swing of a faceless pendulum
that tells me so much Time has passed

since I rode the swing!

– between
childhood and adulthood
is a swing.

(c) 2008 Chito L. Aguilar


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