Watch as the Children Play

Watch as the children play their game,
In sunlit yards of green and gray.
Each round, the rules are not the same;
Some always find a way to stay.

The swing set creaks with shifting weight,
As higher climbers plant their feet.
The others push, but hesitate,
Their momentum never quite complete.

A seesaw balances with care,
Until one side slips off unseen.
The fulcrum shifts, no longer fair,
While laughter masks the change between.

Red rover calls across the field,
Strong arms link tight to hold the line.
Some break through, while others yield,
The boundary’s strength hard to define.

The marble circle draws them near,
Each shiny sphere a promised prize.
They flick with skill, and domineer,
Their bounty growing as time flies.

When shadows lengthen on the ground,
They leave, but tactics linger on.
Tomorrow’s play, a new battleground,
Where yesterday’s lessons aren’t gone.

When shadows lengthen on the ground,
They leave, but tactics linger on.
Tomorrow’s play, a new battleground,
Where yesterday’s lessons aren’t gone.

A new child comes, with eyes so bright,
Ideas fresh as morning dew.
She seeks to set the playgrounds right,
To build a world both fair and new.

She proposes games where all can win,
And none are left to watch alone.
But old hands pull her back within
The bounds that they have always known.

Her chalk designs are washed away,
Her posters torn from notice boards.
The others say, “That’s not the way,”
As they return to their rewards.

She tries to rally those who fall,
To stand against the common tide.
But whispers spread throughout the hall,
And soon she stands alone, aside.

The bell rings out, her dreams undone,
The yard remains as it began.
Though seeds of change may have been sown,
Today, the old games still hold sway.

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