When Children Play


Out the children went to play,

In the playground a sunfilled day,

And sitting lonely on a swing,

Was a strange and thoughtful thing.


-How are you? asked a lad,

Because the creature looked so sad

It eyed him, and gave him a smile

A smirk so sweet, and yet so vile.


-I am fine, my young sir,

or almost so, if you prefer.

I am hungry, my dear boy

But little children are my joy.


Evening descended, their parents calling,

To come on in as night was falling.

The swings in the wind, just the same,

----But their children never came