I am a playground of the past

Tears fall down my slides
Heart beats fast like a kickball on the pavement
Mind running like the children playing tag
Ups and downs on the teeter totter
Feeling bold like chalk on a sidewalk
Taking leaps like little feet in hopscotch
Holding on like hands to the monkey bars
Just to soar high on the swings
Singing rhymes
About shooting for the stars
And looking forward
Never back
When imagining how to get to them