A Playground Flower Poem by Robert Coghlan.

A Playground Flower

Poem by Robert Coghlan.

An empty playground, abandoned toys,

Here once played girls and boys.

Swings, stairs and a slide,

No longer can anyone enter inside.

No more smiles and no more cheers,

No more falls and falling tears.

But wait, new hope has sprung,

A joy echoes out like a bell being rung.

Soon the wait will be over,

Full of luck like a four leaf clover.

The future is bright and sunny,

The days will soon again be funny.

In front of it all a flower blooms,

A sign of an imminent end to our glooms.

Better times are almost here,

Like the flower it fills us all with cheer.

Photo by: Robert Coghlan, April 2020