The Weight of Time

In the park where laughter used to soar,

chains hang loose, paint peels from the floor.

Red rust gathers in the sun's weary light,

a swing sways slowly, shadowed in fright.

We were kids once, running wild with no care,

but time wears us down, leaves us bare.

These remnants of joy, they linger still here,

a whispered reminder, a lost, heavy year.