Abandoned

Full of laughter, 

Feet pounding on the strong floors.

Climbing the tree, 

With the spindly old branches.

Going on rides around the field,

They did all these things.

I watched and watched, 

As they grew older and older. 

Going on less rides,

Never climbing the tree.

They left one by one,

Until there was no one left.

I waiting for them in silence, 

As dust gathered the shelves.

Things broke, 

But were never fixed.

Things got dirty,

But were never cleaned.

I continued waiting.

The axle is broken,

The wheels rusted. 

The field is overgrown, 

Too tall for rides.

I continued waiting.

I have waited for years, 

And years to come.

The once strong floors, 

Creak with every wind. 

The once clean windows, 

Are shattered and dirty.

But I will always be waiting.