Playground Memories
Asphalt streaked with yellow
Ice cream and bubble gum splattered in spots
Rusted shadows of the jungle gym creep across the lot
Time means nothing, fun means everything
Like silent ghosts playgrounds listen
To children and painted ladies
To amused fathers and bored teens
Witnessing years of laughter and dreams
Secrets and scandal and insanity
When all have gone, all that remains
Are remembered days.