A swing in the park

I ambled in the park on a bright spring day
What joy it is to watch the children play!
Amidst peals of laughter, shrieks and cries
One little child on a swing caught my eye

When the swing went up, a chest-thumping roar
On its way down, he'd let out a painful moan
He'd flail his limbs before the inevitable rise
And beam with pride at all the fleeting highs

Oh, but a child is he, little does he know
That in the swing's swings he plays barely a role
To see this truth someday, I hope he'll be wise
There need be no shame in the fall, nor pride in the rise

Liberated

A tiny boat dots the boundless sea

Under the glow of the morning sky

Centered in the calm of the ocean's deep

Yet bobbing with the ebb and tide

Unhurried, and with a joyous peace

It cruises as the currents flow

Its sails, caressed by the gentle breeze

They pine for no distant shore

Over golden drops of the sun that glitter

And adorn the playful waves

The boat, like a mind that is free, unfettered

Glides into the beautiful day