A Balloon Poem by Kenny Mantinelli

Walking through the park,
Hanging onto a balloon;
It stays with you 'til dark,
Sad you'll have to leave soon.

Passing by all the trees,
Grasping the string tightly;
Suddenly you wonder how it could be,
That the wind starts blowing lightly.

Stronger and stronger the wind picks up,
Don't let go of that thin string;
It's your only source of a pick-me-up,
Don't let it go away without feeling.

The string starts to slip,
You tighten your fist;
Suddenly, the string rips;
There goes the balloon, with the wind's hiss.

Your entire happiness is shattered,
When suddenly someone offers you a new one;
You're shocked, you're flattered,
You accept, and continue with your fun.

The sun comes out,
The clouds clear;
No more reasons to pout,
The birds' chirping is all you hear.

You and your balloon in the park,
To keep each other entertained;
Look, it's getting dark,
The excitement of the day can no longer be contained.