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Swings
The first time I sat on this swing
Was when I was young and free
And believed anything was possible.
I'd sit back with a wide grin,
Wind whooshing through my hair
As someone pushed me from behind,
Encouraging me all the way.
The next time I sat on the swing
Was when I was young and rebellious.
I was still young,
But I thought I was so much older,
Bolder,
I took my first steps on my own,
And swung with no one behind me,
Relishing independence and new opportunity.
The next time I swung,
I swung with people beside me,
Laughing and smiling,
Brimming with stories to be told,
And jokes to be made,
I learned about trust and friendship.
This time,
I see the swing from behind,
And it's my turn to do the pushing.
Holding her delicate hand in mine,
I learn responsibility and unconditional love.
Now, I am alone,
With no one behind or beside me.
The swing grinds to a halt,
And as I take my last breath,
I smile for the last time.
And now, I learn contentment.
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