Forgotten Play-ground, Hears laughter.

In the playground we once played, the swings became rusted, the ropes knotted and old. The slide broken. The screams we once heard became vivid memories we once enjoyed. Our iPhones become new and heavily used, the screen high definition, the processor fast. Our brains became unused. I still go to the ‘ground i once admired, nothing appears the same, the generation is regressing to their device. around my eyes become drenched because i pray for the day’s where the man was man. and the slide was usable, the swings swung. and the ground printed with happiness.

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