No More Wooden Guns

I write this from the park where football used to play. Where our songs used to sing . Where wooden guns used to shoot. But football played plays no more Songs sung sing no more Shots shot shoot no more There is no more of what used to be Now the Earth smiles not Life and death tied the knot And love, well real love left us a suicidal note Hanged herself in the same church that Faith keeps shouting "hang in there" Yet time , time is a feminist who waits for no man at the train station. Worse still at the airport... you only know it's high time when time has already flew..time flys. Times change... football plays no more Love used to be alive We used to dance to the beat of it's heart And we sang to the heart of it's beat The beat which now comes in bits and pieces It pisses me off that the songs we used to sing are sung no more. I write this with emotions and a pencil Praying that I draw your attention and also draw you close to how I fill...yes how I fill tears in holes you left in my heart when you left. They say you're in a better place..but you left me in a bitter place. And being a poet is such a gift and a curse It's a calling and a blessing...so I'm humbled when they are calling me a blessing. So I'm by the park we used to play, running Pencil and diary..still writing But we didn't grow any younger.. we're on the Earth's edge aging Cops and robbers stopped playing And wooden guns shoot no more Am T_Know🇿🇼