The Tire Swing Poem by Absurd Religion

It was brought home one day
On an early morning in May.
Dad brought home an old tire and a length of rope,
And the little boy’s eyes filled with hope

Every day, the little boy played on the tire swing,
For in his backyard, he was king.
He loved the swing with all his heart
To it, he promised, he would never part.

But the tire and rope grew old and cracked,
And the boy graduated and packed.
The man left home and started his life.
He got a house and adored his wife.

Years later, the man came back to the nest;
For overall, he knew the swing was still the best.
His children had such a joy
And so they found their newest toy.

The kids had awakened something in their dad
That, at their age, he once had.
The little swinging boy lives on
And will always start swinging at dawn.