Nostalgia written by Jenna Moquin at



written by: Jenna Moquin



I watch a child
swing from rings
on a jungle gym
And miss that spryness
i used to have.

I miss those days of
limber limbs
And swinging on swings.

The changes that aging brings
Feel like a brick and mortar weight
When I look at a child on a swing.

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