R.S. Mallari

Just Another Day at the Park


Kids on the playground giggling, unmindful
Being with them, just for a minute or two
Life seems to be a play at the park, wishful

One holds a bubble-maker blowing hard
On the other side father and son flying kites
Here just laughs, where whining is absurd

The swing squeaks, no one dare complains
As two pairs push their partners up in the air
Couldn’t care less, life depends on the chains

Near the conked out, old and dried fountain
A boy brags about his newly bought red bike
“I could ride you home” he says to a friend

As the sun sets, silence's taking over fast
Why do better things always never last?

R.S. Mallari

About R.S. Mallari

Through poetry I am trying to break the barriers of ethnicity, cultures and even beliefs for we humans have the same emotions, the same desires and aspirations. We may differ in colors, in language, and food that we eat yet we are still living under the same sun, swimming and sailing on the same seas and sleeping under the same stars.

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silviacuore
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06:26 delete

Because if they would last, they wouldn't be better ! The worse things don't last too.

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B.Held
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23:47 delete

Completely sensational!

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06:57 delete

Sensational. Beautifully written. Loved it.

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12:09 delete

Thank you ladies, I need to go to the park now:D

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Through poetry we can inspire others, we can make someone smile and words can make others cry be it of joy or sadness.