The Playground Poem by John Duffy

There are maybe*
*Five playgrounds*
*In life we visit*

The first is at home
And sometimes
If we're lucky

We'll always miss it

The second at preschool
Where we play
Find new friends
And sit on small stools

The third middle school
Where we learn
Encountering newer experiences

Whilst trying to obey
A curriculum filled with
Old rules

The fourth is high school
Where we sometimes find
First love
Challenges
With new found urges

Perhaps even
Pretending to be cool

The fifth
Is simply freedom

Beyond all foolish perceived
Motions of rules

Beyond
The persistent need
To be one of the crowd
And to be seen
As cool

But instead
To sail
As
The lone captain
Of your own
Worldly ship

Sailing straight into the
Blustery ever changing winds
And rough
Blue Emotional Seas

Encountering laughter
Tragedy
Hopes and dreams

*Do*
*You still sail on*

Looking for a similar ship
A friendly captain
To share a brief respite

Maybe
A jaunt

Clasped together
Under dark skies
Watching stars filled nights

Are you still sailing
Alone

Does your cabin
Need a new captain
Or
First Mate

Before you
Clock into
Heavens Great Gate

Are you willing to drop
Your anchor
To finally find all your intriguing
Answers

Only you can define
Your last playground

Or have you chosen
To just keep sailing
Around

To finally find
The One

Beyond
The lies and
Perceived notions of trust

But a keeper
To sail together
Safe and sound

And if your lucky
You may have already
Settled down

Copyright John Duffy 2018

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