Bundled up, going to the park
On a cold November day
The weather’s overcast and dark
This is a place to where I go
To get together with a friend
I feel a smile grow on my face
As I peer thru the park fence
Where I can let down my defense
As I look from side to side
The toys are sloppily arranged
The cold November wind blows hard
As I crunch thru the dried leaves
The empty swings sway in the yard
Abandoned, one perceives
Into the still playground
Some startled birds burst into flight
At the solitary sound
And the truth begins to dawn
I trudge back home under the gray sky
The chill makes my face burn